The Art Of Submission || Hyunlix.

Chapter Forty-Two- Hannam Hills.

Felix hurriedly brushed his teeth, the minty foam frothing around his mouth as he anxiously glanced at the clock on the bathroom wall.

Yes, that was the strangest thing about Jisung's home— the many clocks he had everywhere. Was Jisung obsessed with time? Who knows, but the thing is that there is at least one clock in each room of his home— there are four clocks in his living room alone.

The blonde shook his head, dismissing the lingering question that swirled in his mind for a later time. After thoroughly drying his face with a luxuriously soft, fluffy towel, he took a moment to gather himself. Feeling refreshed, he stepped out of the bathroom, the coolness of the air brushing against his skin.

When he walked into the living room, he gasped when he found Jisung still in his sleepwear— wholly absorbed in the glowing screen of his phone.

"The fuck, Ji?!"

Ignoring the usual courtesy, he reached out, wrapping his fingers tightly around Jisung's wrist. With a quick, impulsive tug, he pulled him from the comfort of his apartment and out into the hallway, where the door swung shut behind them with a soft thud.

"Hold it there, Lix!" Jisung screeched, panic lacing his voice. He didn't want anyone to see him like that. "I look ugly... you said so! Please! Just let me at least peel off this mask before we go!"

"No, Ji," Felix replied firmly, a hint of determination in his tone as he continued to tug Jisung further down the dimly lit hall. "We need to get there now. Once you drop me off, you can come back and take care of that."

Jisung sighed in exasperation, feeling the grip of Felix's hand. "Alright... but could you please stop pulling me like that? You're seriously going to make me trip and fall!" He stumbled slightly, trying to regain his balance while his heart raced in embarrassment.

They quickly made their way to Jisung's car, but as soon as they stepped out of the building, Felix halted abruptly, his gaze locked on the surroundings.

"Huh!?" he exclaimed, bewilderment etched across his features as his eyes raced from side to side, trying to absorb the details of the road that sprawled before them.

"What's wrong?"

Felix furrowed his brow, a sense of familiarity washing over him. "Deja vu," he murmured, almost to himself. "This road... it looks... familiar."

"What do you mean by that?" Jisung inquired, curiosity piqued as he followed Felix's gaze.

"I swear I've driven past that road sign many times before." Felix stepped closer, squinting at the sign as if it held the key to a hidden memory. "Look over there... Yes! That road sign is just a minute away from our apartment."

"Really?" Jisung replied, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Where exactly do you live?"

"Hannam Hills..."