Hyunlix/ Lixhyun oneshots

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[A/N: This is the last part of this oneshot so i made it the longest chapter. Now, Sit back, grab your popcorns and enjoy reading ☺]

A few minutes earlier...

The front door slams open with a violent crash, and they scatter through the house like a storm. Felix charges toward the living room, eyes darting around as Minho sweeps through the kitchen, checking every nook and cranny. Jisung bolts for the basement, his heart hammering in his chest.

Opening the door, Jisung's eyes scanned the basement, his heart dropping as he stepped further into the room. The walls were covered, but it wasn't just any wallpaper—photos. Hundreds of them.

Most of them were of Hyunjin.

Some were clearly stolen from his social media accounts—printed out from Instagram posts, close-up shots, candid moments. Others were edited, photoshopped to make it seem like Hyunjin was doing things he never had.

Jisung's stomach twisted as he moved closer to the desk, where he saw a diary lying open. His eyes widened as he caught the first line on the page. "Mingyu."

The name hit him like a freight train. He froze, his fingers trembling as he turned the page, quickly scanning the next few lines—sick fantasies, delusional thoughts about Hyunjin, claims of fate. The words blurred as disgust rose in his throat.

His hands shake as he grabs his phone. "You guys need to get down here in the basement. Now." His voice barely escapes as he calls the others. His heart pounded, knowing this was beyond anything they'd ever faced.

Chan was the first to appear in the doorway, his expression darkening as he took in the photos covering the walls. His jaw clenched tight, eyes narrowing. He stepped forward, fingers touching one of the photos of Hyunjin, a shudder running through him. "This is... beyond," he muttered under his breath, the realization of just how deep this went crashing down on him.

Changbin wasn't far behind, his steps heavy as he looked around the basement, his anger already rising. His gaze flicked over to the desk, the diaries strewn about, and the chaos of it all. "What the hell is this?!" he snarled, his fists clenching. "This is not just obsession—this is stalking, this is madness."

Seungmin's jaw tightened as he stepped forward, scanning the photos. His eyes landed on a giant board on the wall—a full display of Hyunjin's life.

Every moment, every angle, every private part of his existence... documented.

Minho's eyes darkened as he read over one of the journals. He showed them to Felix who's blood boiled as he read every words, saw every photos and details written on the pages, his jaw clenched so tightly, his teeth grinding together that it felt like they might snap.

Jeongin, who had arrived last, stood at the threshold of the basement. His face paled as he scanned the room, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of Hyunjin's images—his stolen moments—had a chill crawling down his spine. "This is... too much,"

"Mingyu," Felix hissed under his breath, his voice low, but filled with a lethal, guttural growl. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, his mind unraveling. This wasn't obsession anymore. This was a sickness. A madness. His breathing grew shallow as the overwhelming need to destroy, to tear this bastard apart, consumed him.

The world felt louder, more urgent.

He stepped forward, his hands trembling with rage as they moved toward a board filled with photos. Hyunjin's face stared back at him, from every angle, from every moment of his life. It was like seeing Hyunjin's soul ripped open. It felt wrong—it wasn't supposed to be like this.