Love, smut, Hyunlix. New story! Hyunjin lives under stadium lights - adored, watched, untouchable. As one of Stray Kids' biggest stars, every second of his life belongs to cameras, fans, and expectations. Privacy doesn't exist. Freedom barely does. Felix lives in a different universe entirely. Data Science & AI student, permanently exhausted, caffeine-dependent, and far more interested in algorithms than idols. K-pop? Not his thing. Celebrity culture? Definitely not. Until one forced night out changes everything. Dragged to a Stray Kids concert by his friends, Felix ends up front row - close enough to see perfection under the stage lights. Close enough to catch Hyunjin's attention. One glance becomes a distraction. One bold move becomes a phone number. And suddenly, a world-famous idol and a student who was never supposed to fall for him, are caught in something neither of them knows how to handle. Because some people are impossible to reach. Unless you're standing FRONT ROW.

The AC died on the hottest night of summer. Felix, flushed and desperate, texted the only contact at the top of his chat: Hyunjin, the landlord's unfairly gorgeous son who lived one floor up. Two days later, alone in their stuffy apartment, Felix snapped a mirror selfie, and typed: "too slutty to send to a hookup or just slutty enough?" He hit send. Realized. Deleted in 0.8 seconds. Too late. Across the hall, Hyunjin's phone auto-saved the photo before it vanished. He stared at the screen, pulse hammering, then typed back with perfect calm: "Wrong person? I didn't see anything." He lied. That night, in the locked studio of his penthouse, Hyunjin opened a fresh canvas and began sketching Felix exactly as he'd seen him. Felix thought the message was gone. Hyunjin already had it memorized (every freckle, every shadow, every filthy promise). And he had no intention of letting the game end with one deleted photo. _Sheen Ctto : All images and photos