Mine || Hyunlix

The end.

Everything went on the right path..just like Hyunjin promised..he kept his word..and things happened better than expected..

<3

The city lights glimmered like stars beneath them, a stark contrast to the suffocating darkness of the mansion they had just left behind. Felix breathed in the crisp night air, the cool wind brushing against his skin as if it were a whisper of the freedom he had just earned.

(Don't ask me where the others disappeared.. let's just say..they found an..interesting way..to pass time))

Hyunjin’s hand was warm around his, grounding him in a way that made the chaos of the past days feel distant. Every heartbeat, every step beside him, reminded Felix that he wasn’t alone anymore. That he didn’t have to fight his father’s shadow by himself.

“Feels… unreal,” Felix murmured, voice barely audible over the wind. His gaze found Hyunjin’s, the streetlight catching the intensity in his eyes. “Like I can actually… breathe.”

Hyunjin smiled, a slow, steady smile that made Felix’s chest tighten. “It’s real. And you deserve it, Felix. You’ve always deserved it.”

They walked in silence, letting the sounds of the city fill the empty spaces where tension used to live. When they finally reached Hyunjin’s apartment, Felix’s legs felt weak with exhaustion—and relief. Hyunjin guided him inside, closing the door behind them with a gentle click, shutting out the world that had tormented him for so long.

“I need… I need you,” Felix whispered as soon as the door shut, unable to hold back anymore. His voice trembled, raw with emotion and desire.

Hyunjin stepped closer, eyes dark and soft at the same time. “You have me,” he said, letting his hands brush along Felix’s sides. “I’m yours. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The tension between them crackled like electricity. Felix’s pulse quickened as Hyunjin’s lips found his, slow and deliberate at first, tasting, claiming, and reassuring. Felix’s hands trembled as they tangled in Hyunjin’s hair, pulling him closer, needing him more than words could express.

Hyunjin’s hands roamed over Felix’s back, memorizing the contours, the warmth, the fragility that made him feel so protective yet utterly consumed with desire. Felix gasped as Hyunjin pressed him against the wall, the kiss deepening, urgent, full of the frustration and longing that had been simmering for weeks.

“I’ve wanted you… like this… for so long,” Hyunjin murmured against his lips, voice low and rough, sending shivers down Felix’s spine.

Felix’s fingers dug into Hyunjin’s shoulders. “Then… don’t stop,” he whispered, his breath hitching. “I need you. I need this.”

Hyunjin smiled against him, and the world fell away—the mansion, the danger, the weight of Felix’s father—all irrelevant now. There was only them. Only the heat and the closeness, the urgent need to hold and be held.

Clothes became obstacles they shed in frantic, fumbling motions, leaving them bare and exposed, vulnerable yet safe in each other’s arms. Felix’s skin burned wherever Hyunjin’s hands touched, every brush of fingers a spark, every kiss a promise.

“Felix…” Hyunjin groaned, voice deep with desire, guiding him onto the bed. “I want you… only you.”

And Felix surrendered. Surrendered to the trust, to the love, to the need that had been building between them for so long. They moved together, slow at first, savoring, then faster as their bodies pressed against each other, hearts pounding in synchrony. Every gasp, every moan, every whispered name was a vow—silent but unbreakable.