Taste Of You

Taste Of You

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé sam., juil. 11, 20266 h 29 min
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Fanfiction
Stray Kids
Personnage Original (OC)
Auto-Insertion / Imagines
Kpop
Lee Felix is the boy everyone wants. He smokes behind the school, gets into fights he shouldn't win, and treats relationships like games he's already bored of playing. Everyone knows the rules when it comes to Felix-no feelings, no attachments, no promises. And yet people still fall for him. But there's one person who never did. Hwang Hyunjin. Just as popular, just as confident, and completely impossible to read. For four years, Hyunjin has watched Felix chase him, flirt with him, push his limits-only to shut him down every single time. The worst part? Hyunjin enjoys it. Everyone else in school might be kneeling for Felix. But Felix has been on his knees for Hyunjin since freshman year. And after four years of games, teasing, and tension... Something is finally going to break.
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Hyunjin walked over, the weight of everything boiling under his skin, and stopped behind him. A smirk tugged at his lips - but it was thin, angry, tired. "If you're not gonna apologize," Hyunjin said coldly, "at least you could say thank you. You almost died." Minho didn't even blink. "I didn't ask for your help." And just like that, he turned to walk away. But Hyunjin slammed his hand on the locker beside him, trapping him in place. His body blocked the exit, his eyes dark and storming. "Is your thing pretending nothing ever touches you?" he said, voice low but taut with frustration eyes burning with anger. "That you're above it? That even death wasn't worth reacting to?" Minho met his stare, his tone flat. "And it's your thing - obsessed with people who don't care." It hit. Hard. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains themes of bullying, verbal/emotional abuse, angst, and unhealthy dynamics. .

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