Felix was born into blood and gold - the heir to a legacy he never wanted. At 19, with long blond hair and trembling hands, he's everything his father hates: soft, small, scared. Hyunjin is paid to protect him. Cold, calculated, and cruel when needed - a ghost with a gun. But protection is a dangerous thing. Especially when Felix starts to feel safe in his shadow. And Hyunjin? He starts to feel something else entirely. In a world where weakness is punished and love is fatal, how long can a bodyguard resist falling for the boy he's sworn to shield?

Lee Felix was battling his way through life, with a deadly disease and a long list of uncompleted dreams waiting ahead of him. it was difficult to complete all of them in 2 months that too alone, that was until he met...him --- Do not copy, repost, or steal I don't allow translations

'𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭‚ Lee Felix was facing a terrible heartbreak, the man that he loved, his boyfriend of two years, had broken up with him last night and all he needed right now was a quick fuck, a temporary fix; escapism, and Hwang Hyunjin just so happened to be in sight. Little did Felix know, the enigmatically charming man in black, seduction incarnate, was truly the worst kinds of trouble he'd ever dealt with.

40 strangers. Ten days. No scripts. No second takes. Under the soft haze of studio lights and seaside sunsets, cameras catch everything-from stolen glances to words left unspoken. The game? Simple. Win challenges, choose your partner, survive eliminations. But what happens when the line between strategy and sincerity blurs? When attraction sparks in quiet corners... When jealousy burns behind practiced smiles... When someone who was just a game partner starts to feel like something more? This isn't just a show. This is the moment they realize: love doesn't always follow the script. And neither will they. Let the cameras roll. _Sheen Nb : All images and pictures used in this story belong to their rightful owners. Credits to the creators.

𝙎𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤 "𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨" The world tore them apart - loudly, violently, mercilessly. And maybe, deep down, they let it. Maybe they were too young to understand the cost of surrender, too afraid to stand against a storm they never asked for. They went their separate ways, carrying silence where words used to live. Until one night - one kiss - shattered everything they'd built to protect themselves. It wasn't planned. It wasn't wise. But it was real. Terrifyingly real. That kiss dragged them back through every memory they'd buried - every late-night whisper, every promise left half-spoken. And suddenly, forgetting wasn't an option anymore. They fought their way back to each other - through headlines, through fear, through a world still watching, still demanding, still cruel. But this time, they didn't flinch. They chose love. And for a while, love was enough. Until it wasn't. Because love can heal, but it can also hide. And beneath the laughter and the quiet comfort, cracks began to form - small, invisible, waiting. Their ghosts returned, patient and sharp, whispering all the old doubts: You're not enough. You'll lose this too. Now the world has gone quiet. The war outside is over. But the one inside has just begun. After surviving everyone else - can they survive themselves? Or will love, once again, be the most beautiful thing they lose?

Their smiles once lit up every stage. They laughed until their ribs hurt, danced until their lungs burned, and leaned on each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. To everyone else, they were perfect - a duo stitched together by fate, harmony in motion, laughter that echoed louder than any cheer. But fame has a cruel way of rewriting innocence. The cheers that once lifted them began to sound different. Sharper. Heavier. "Just admit you love him already." "Get him out of the group." "HyunIn is real." Words became knives, flying faster than they could dodge. Suddenly, every touch was too much. Every look too long. Even silence had meaning now. What used to be comfort began to feel dangerous - the way his shoulder felt under a hand, the way their eyes met in the middle of a joke. It wasn't that they changed. It was that the world decided they had. And when enough people say something long enough, you start to wonder if they might be right. Was it friendship? Affection? Or were they just becoming what everyone already believed them to be? --- Written by me and my very good frnd @Veronicaiscaught #1 in hyunlix - 23 august 2025

Sometimes love doesn't arrive softly at the door-it collides, sudden and uninvited, like fate rewriting your life without warning. But love has strange ways of finding those who have stopped searching. It can slip into the quiet moments, appear in the shape of a smile, or linger in the gaze of someone who feels like both a stranger and something achingly familiar. It all began at a crossroads-between love and loss, healing and hurt, past and future. _Sheen Nb : All images and pictures used in this story belong to their rightful owners. Credits to the creators.

Felix never meant to fall in love with a painting. Fresh to Seoul and feeling out of place, he finds warmth in an art gallery tucked between grey streets. Among the canvases, one artist's work speaks to something deep in him - something tender, something hidden. The gallery's quiet caretaker, Hyunjin, seems distant but kind. And slowly, quietly, Felix finds himself coming back. Again and again. What he doesn't know is that the artist behind the paintings is the man he's falling for. And what Hyunjin doesn't expect... is that he's painting his muse in real time. A slow-burn story of art, secrets, and the quiet way two souls can find each other.

He's rain-soaked, cigarette-stained, and completely untouchable. Until I touched him. In the middle of a Seoul downpour, Felix meets a stranger beneath a flickering streetlamp. Hyunjin is homeless, high, and hiding from the world-with sharp words and trembling hands that don't know how to be held. He smokes like it's the only thing keeping him warm. He doesn't believe in kindness. Or second chances. But Felix isn't walking away. Not tonight. Not ever.

They took the biggest risk - and the world watched them fall into each other's arms. But after the final bow, after the last encore, Felix and Hyunjin find out loving each other in secret was easy compared to loving each other out loud. In the bright glare of the spotlight, rumors swirl faster than any song. Every touch is a headline. Every word is dissected. And behind closed doors, they're still just two boys trying to hold each other together - and hold themselves together too.