Husbands (Hyunlix)

Season 2 (21)

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The morning after.

The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled like metal and memory. Hyunjin sat at the kitchen counter, untouched coffee cooling beside his hand. His eyes weren't really seeing the paper spread out before him — they were fixed somewhere else, on the ghost of that alleyway.

That figure.
That familiar way of walking.
That impossibility that refused to fade.

He'd told himself it was grief — the mind replaying what the heart still refused to bury. But the more he tried to reason it out, the less sense it made. His father's face still haunted his mind, blurred at the edges, but that feeling hadn't been grief. It had been recognition.

And that was the part he couldn't forgive himself for.

The door creaked open. Felix entered — hair damp, sleeves rolled, a faint smear of soot near his wrist. He'd been out again. Doing what he always did when the silence got too loud — dismantling his enemies one by one.

He leaned against the counter, eyes scanning Hyunjin, and frowned.

"You didn't sleep." Said Felix. Hyunjin, too quickly, "I did."

Felix tilted his head, unconvinced. His gaze lingered — sharp, quiet, reading more than Hyunjin wanted him to.

"You've been... elsewhere lately." Felix asked concerning.

Hyunjin, trying to sound casual, "Just thinking."

Felix chuckled lowly and said without humor, "That's dangerous, in our world."

Hyunjin finally looked up at him and softly asked, "Since when did thinking become a crime?"

"Since it started getting you killed." 

The silence that followed wasn't heavy, but brittle. Felix moved closer, brushing his fingers against Hyunjin's shoulder — almost tender, almost questioning.

"If something's wrong, tell me, my love."

Hyunjin looked away, swallowing hard. His hand instinctively brushed against the pocket where the brass button still rested — cold, silent, accusing.

"It's nothing."

Felix didn't believe him. He didn't press either.

Instead, he grabbed his jacket and turned toward the door.
His voice was calm — too calm.

"Then it's time to make sure someone else starts worrying instead."

Hyunjin looked up, confused. Felix's tone had changed — that cold edge he used only when he was about to do something irreversible.

"What are you—" Hyunjin stopped his question after seeing Felix's lips curved, that faint, dangerous smile returning as he spoke, "Finishing what that bastard started at the graveyard."

Felix knew something is up with Hyunjin but he was not admitting and Felix decided to gave hime some time till he will be back.

It was dark — an abandoned factory by the docks. Felix moved like a shadow, Minho beside him. David's men are tied, terrified. The floor was stained with the evidence of Felix's patience wearing thin.

Felix spoke quietly to one of them, "You thought I'd forget what you said to me that day? You thought i forget how you touch my sister in forest? You thought I forget how you hit my brother (Changbin)?" Minho's jaw tightened as he listened to Felix.

Felix leaned closer, whispering — his tone gentle, the words venomous.

"I don't forget. I plan."

Felix straightened, gun steady in his grip. One shot. Clean, silent. Minho doesn't flinch but whispered calmly, "He didn't even scream."