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Felix had always been aware of Kota Miura.
It was kind of hard not to be.
Most celebrities kept their fan crushes subtle—maybe a like here and there, a casual mention in an interview. A simple, lowkey way to appreciate another public figure without turning it into a spectacle.
Kota?
No, Kota had to make it everyone’s business.
The first time Felix heard Kota’s name, it was in passing. Changbin had been watching an MMA highlight video in the dorm’s living room, hyping up a knockout sequence to Han, who was only half paying attention.
“Damn, this guy’s good,” Changbin muttered, leaning forward as Kota landed a devastating roundhouse kick. “And kinda cocky. Look at the way he—wait, hold on.”
Felix, lying across the couch with his phone, barely looked up. "What?"
Changbin replayed the entrance scene. "Tell me why this guy just walked out to S-Class."
That got Felix’s attention. He sat up, frowning slightly. "S-Class? Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Full blast. Strobe lights and everything."
Felix tilted his head, intrigued. He wasn’t unfamiliar with fighters using K-pop songs for their entrances—some STAYs had even posted edits of boxing matches lined up with Stray Kids’ tracks.
But an actual professional MMA fighter using their song? That was new.
Felix leaned closer to the screen, watching as Kota Miura strutted toward the ring, expression cool and confident, the S-Class beat pounding through the stadium speakers.
The crowd? Going wild.
Felix? Mildly impressed.
"Cool, I guess," he murmured, scrolling on his phone again.
That should have been the end of it.
But it wasn’t.
Because not long after, Kota did it again.
A few weeks later, Felix was in the company dance studio, reviewing a choreography video, when Hyunjin burst through the door, wheezing with laughter.
Felix raised a brow. "You good?"
Hyunjin tried—and failed—to compose himself. He took a deep breath, then shoved his phone in Felix’s face.
"Dude. Look at this."
The screen showed a clip from Kota’s latest fight.
Felix immediately recognized the song playing in the background. "UNFAIR."
And if that wasn’t enough to shock him, what happened next nearly made him drop Hyunjin’s phone.
Because Kota Miura, a whole MMA fighter, looked straight at the camera and winked.
WINKED.
Like he was starring in a damn K-drama.
Felix choked on air. "What the—"
Hyunjin was dying. "BRO. He’s actually down BAD for you. This is the most unserious man I’ve ever seen."
Felix’s face burned as he shoved the phone back at him. "You’re overreacting."
Hyunjin snorted. "Am I? Because the fans don’t think so."
And that was the moment Felix realized just how bad things were getting.
Because when he opened Twitter that night, his feed was a war zone.
The first time Felix caught him lurking in his livestream, he thought it was a prank.
He had been casually chatting with STAYs during a late-night live, answering questions about his skincare routine, completely unaware of what was about to happen.
Then, out of nowhere—
A comment appeared.
🌟💛 big respect 💛🌟
Felix blinked. Paused.
"...Wait."
He squinted at the username.
KotaMiura_official.
The chat exploded.
By the time he unmuted, Kota had already left the chat, but the damage was done.
Just when Felix thought it couldn’t get worse, it did.
Because Kota Miura, a verified public figure, posted a fan edit of him and Felix on his Instagram story.
The caption?
"Manifesting. 😏"
Felix dropped his phone on his face. "OH MY GOD."
At this point, Felix had accepted that Kota was the most chaotic fanboy in existence.
But then—
Then, he saw the video.
A fan had given Kota a Felix photocard at an event. Not only did Kota accept it with zero hesitation, but he held it up proudly to the camera, grinned like a damn kid on Christmas, and—
And he kissed it.
Felix, watching this unfold on Twitter at 2AM, screamed into his blanket.
This was not normal behavior.
Han, half-asleep, muttered from the other bed, "What happened?"
Felix, face burning: "Kota just kissed my photocard."
Han: "Nice." Immediately rolls back over and passes out.
Felix stared at the ceiling.
He was so screwed.
---
The first time Felix and Kota properly talked was at a private event—a casual, invite-only gathering where celebrities could actually breathe without flashing cameras in their faces.
Felix had attended mostly out of obligation, dressed in a fitted black shirt with a low neckline that hinted at his collarbones, paired with tailored slacks that hugged his frame just right, hair swept back just enough to look effortlessly stylish. Most of the evening had been uneventful, just the usual polite conversations and nodding along to industry gossip.
He had just slipped away to a quieter corner of the venue, drink in hand, when suddenly—
“Holy sh*t, it’s you!”
The excitement in the voice made him pause.
Before he could turn around, someone—a very large, very enthusiastic someone—dropped into the seat beside him, practically buzzing with energy.
Felix blinked, eyes flicking up to find himself face-to-face with none other than Kota Miura.
His first thought?
Damn. He’s even bigger in person.
His second thought?
Oh my God, this man is literally vibrating with excitement.
Kota’s grin was blinding, eyes alight with the kind of joy one might expect from a kid meeting their favorite superhero. Which, honestly, might not be far from the truth.
Felix pointed to himself, amused. “...Me?”
Kota nodded way too fast. “Yes, you. Felix Lee. Lee Felix. Lixie. The guy who single-handedly turned me into a STAY.”
Felix couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him, shaking his head. “That’s… kind of dramatic.”
At that, Kota gasped, clutching his chest like he’d just been mortally wounded.
“Dramatic?! Bro, do you even know the grip you have on me?”
Felix quirked a brow. “Oh? Enlighten me.”
Big mistake.
Because without hesitation, Kota whipped out his phone.
And the moment Felix saw what was on the screen, his soul left his body.
Right there, in Kota’s photo gallery, was a folder.
A labeled folder.
Felix 🖤⭐
Felix choked.
“WHAT—WHAT IS THAT?!”
Kota, shameless as ever, started scrolling through it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Oh, just a collection of my favorite Felix moments.” He held up the phone, showing Felix a screenshot of him laughing during a Stray Kids variety show appearance. “This one? Peak serotonin.”
Felix gaped at him. “You made a whole folder?!”
Kota nodded enthusiastically. “Obviously.”
Felix grabbed his drink and took a very long, deep sip.
This man was unhinged.
And yet, Felix couldn’t stop smiling.
Kota, clearly proud of himself, kept scrolling. “Wait, wait—this one? Insane duality. You’re all soft and smiley here, but then BAM—” He swiped to another photo, one where Felix was staring into the camera during a performance, expression dark and intense. “Giving ‘I could ruin your life.’”
Felix’s face burned hot.
“STOP—”
Kota ignored him, still grinning. “Seriously, bro, how are you real? Like, I see your face and immediately question everything.”
Felix buried his face in his hands.
“You’re insane.”
Kota leaned in, smirking. “But you love it.”
Felix peeked at him through his fingers, biting back a smile. “I hate that you’re actually funny.”
Kota grinned, nudging his shoulder. “Admit it. You’re at least a little flattered.”
Felix sighed, finally lowering his hands. “...Maybe.”
Kota gasped dramatically again. “Is that—a confession?!”
Felix rolled his eyes, nudging him back. “Don’t push it.”
But the way he smiled after?
Yeah.
Kota definitely caught that.
-
That night was only the beginning.
Felix had tried to brush off Kota’s antics as nothing more than harmless fanboying, but he’d severely underestimated just how relentless Kota could be.
Because the moment they exchanged numbers, it was over.
Kota did not believe in chill.
-
It started innocently enough.
A text here. A call there. The occasional “Did you eat today?” that should have been simple, except Kota would not let Felix get away with just saying “Yeah.”
Kota: “What did you eat?”
Felix: “Uh… food?”
Kota: “Felix.”
Felix: “Okay, okay—rice and chicken.”
Kota: “That’s it? That’s all my favorite idol is surviving on?”
Felix: “I—”
Kota: “You deserve a feast. A banquet. Hand-fed grapes by the gods.”
Felix: “You’re so dramatic.”
Kota: “I’m serious. Next time we meet, I’m making sure you eat something amazing.”
Felix had laughed it off at first. But then… the calls got longer.
What had started as quick check-ins turned into hours-long conversations about everything and nothing.
They talked about music, about fights, about stupid things they saw online. Felix found out that Kota was horrible at singing but did it anyway. Kota learned that Felix talked way more when he was tired, words spilling out in a soft, relaxed way that made his accent even thicker.
One night, Felix had dozed off mid-call.
He woke up an hour later to find Kota still there, the screen dim but the call still ongoing.
“You’re still here?” Felix had mumbled, groggy.
Kota’s voice had come through the speaker, soft and amused. “Didn’t wanna hang up first.”
Felix had stared at the screen, heart doing stupid things in his chest.
He ended the call immediately.
(And then proceeded to roll around in bed like a lovesick fool for twenty minutes.)
Felix’s schedule was insane. Between practices, performances, and content shoots, he barely had time to breathe, let alone entertain the idea of sneaking around with an MMA fighter.
But somehow… Kota always found a way.
A quick abd sneaky coffee run when Felix had a rare free morning. A late-night drive when Kota picked him up from practice, the two of them sitting in comfortable silence as city lights blurred past the windows.
Sometimes, they didn’t even talk much.
They’d just exist in the same space—Felix scrolling on his phone, Kota absentmindedly practicing his hand wraps.
It should have been nothing.
But every time Felix found himself looking forward to the next time they could meet, he knew he was in trouble.
---
Kota wasn’t smooth.
At all.
His idea of gift-giving was… chaotic, but weirdly adorable.
The first time he gifted Felix something, it was a tiny keychain—but not just any keychain. It was a handmade, slightly lopsided clay charm of a tiny star with a smiley face.
Felix had blinked at it. “Did you… make this?”
Kota had grinned, a little too proud of himself. “Yep. Watched a YouTube tutorial and everything.”
Felix had rolled his eyes, but his fingers tightened around the tiny star anyway.
Then came the snack care package.
A comically large box delivered to the JYP building, stuffed with Australian snacks. Tim Tams, Vegemite, fairy bread ingredients—the whole thing.
The note inside?
“If I can’t take you to Australia yet, I’ll bring Australia to you. (Also, teach me how to eat this Vegemite thing properly before I embarrass myself.)”
Felix had actually laughed out loud at that one.
The worst (but also kind of the best), though?
The “Emergency Felix Kit.”
A small box Felix had found in Kota's car, containing:
A Felix photocard (yes, one of his official ones).
A tiny bottle of vanilla-scented perfume because “it smells like you, and I panic when I can’t smell it.”
A sticker sheet of tiny little chicks because “I saw them and thought, ‘That’s Lix.’”
A handwritten note that just said, in very bad Korean, “You’re my favorite person.”
Felix had stared at the box for a long time.
Hyunjin had walked by, taken one look, and muttered, “That man is in love with you.”
Felix had thrown a pillow at him.
But… he never gave the box back.
And that was becoming a problem.
---
It happened at another private gathering—one of those rare nights where celebrities could just exist without the constant flash of cameras or the pressure of the industry.
Felix had been chilling on one of the couches, a drink in his hand, casually joking about Kota’s brutal training regimen.
"You seriously enjoy getting punched for a living?" Felix teased, watching Kota stretch his arms.
Kota smirked. "Enjoy is a strong word. But, you know, it’s all worth it."
Felix raised an eyebrow. "Worth it for what? A broken nose?"
Kota grinned, leaning in slightly. "Maybe. But I was actually thinking of something better."
Felix blinked. "Oh?"
And that’s when Kota said it.
"If I win my next fight, you have to let me take you on a date."
Felix snorted. Loudly.
"You’re joking," he said, shaking his head.
Kota tilted his head, a smug little smile tugging at his lips. "Am I?"
Felix rolled his eyes. "Okay, sure. If you win, I’ll go on a date with you."
And that should have been the end of it.
Just another one of Kota’s over-the-top antics.
But then—silence.
Felix looked up to find Kota completely frozen.
Eyes wide. Back straight. Processing.
"Wait." Kota’s voice was a little too serious now. "Actually?"
Felix shrugged, sipping his drink. "Yeah. But only if you win."
And that was the moment Felix realized he messed up.
Because Kota’s entire demeanor changed.
His eyes blazed with determination, his body immediately straightening like he’d just been issued the ultimate challenge.
"Oh, it’s over for him," Kota muttered, already mentally rearranging his entire training plan. "I’m about to train like my life depends on it."
Felix laughed, shaking his head. "You’re so dramatic."
Kota turned to him, grinning so hard it was almost blinding.
"Nah," he said, voice filled with pure conviction. "I’m just motivated."
And that’s when Felix knew.
He was in deep, deep trouble.
---
Felix never really watched MMA fights live.
Not because he wasn’t interested—he’d seen clips here and there, mostly thanks to Kota spamming his DMs with them—but because he simply never had a reason to tune in.
Tonight, though? Tonight was different.
He was sitting cross-legged on his bed, staring at the laptop screen like his life depended on it. Every fiber of his being was tuned into one person and one person only—Kota Miura.
And Kota? He was putting on a show.
From the moment the fight started, Kota moved with precision. Every dodge was flawless, every counter was deadly, and every strike looked calculated to wear his opponent down.
Felix’s grip on his blanket tightened.
Next to him, Hyunjin was sprawled out with a bucket of popcorn, casually munching like he was watching a rom-com. At some point, he nudged Felix with his elbow.
"You’re gripping that blanket like it owes you money."
Felix blinked. "Huh? Oh."
He loosened his grip—only to immediately grab a pillow instead.
"It’s… intense," he muttered, eyes never leaving the screen.
Hyunjin smirked. "Uh-huh. Nothing to do with the fact that a certain MMA fighter is literally fighting for a date with you, right?"
Felix ignored him.
Because right then—Kota moved.
His opponent threw a punch—Kota dodged.
Another one—Kota blocked.
Then, suddenly, Kota’s stance shifted.
Felix felt his stomach drop.
He wasn’t an expert in MMA, but even he could tell that Kota had found his opening.
And then—it happened.
Kota’s opponent staggered.
Kota saw his chance—and went in for the kill.
A perfectly timed uppercut.
A brutal follow-up kick.
His opponent collapsed.
The crowd erupted.
The referee stepped in.
Fight over.
Kota Miura had won.
Felix let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding.
Hyunjin? Cackling.
"Bro," he wheezed. "You're literally sweating."
Felix wiped his palm on his sweatpants, glaring. "Shut up."
Hyunjin just grinned, wiggling his phone at Felix.
"Should we place bets on how long it’ll take him to mention you in the post-fight interview?"
Felix froze.
Because that was a very real possibility.
And he didn’t even have time to mentally prepare himself before the interview segment started.
Kota was still grinning as he wiped sweat off his face, standing in front of the cameras like he hadn’t just spent rounds kicking someone’s ass.
The interviewer chuckled. "That was an incredible fight, Kota. You were absolutely locked in. What was the motivation behind tonight’s performance?"
Felix already knew what was coming.
He could feel it in his soul.
Kota ran a hand through his damp hair, smirking. "Ah, you know, I just… had a little extra motivation this time."
The interviewer perked up. "Oh? Care to elaborate?"
Kota grinned wider. "Mmm, let’s just say there was a special prize on the line."
The crowd ate it up.
Hyunjin? Absolutely losing his mind.
Felix? Mortified.
Hyunjin gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Oh my god. He’s talking about YOU."
Felix buried his face in his hands.
He was never going to hear the end of this.
Just as Felix was convincing himself that maybe, just maybe, Kota would let the moment pass quietly—
Hyunjin’s phone buzzed.
Hyunjin looked at the notification. And screamed.
Felix, alarmed, turned to him. "What? What happened?"
Hyunjin shoved his phone into Felix’s face.
[@KotaMiura: "VICTORYYYYYY 🎉💛⭐ … Where’s my prize? 👀"]
Felix? Fully malfunctioning.
Hyunjin? HOWLING.
"Oh, he does not care, bro. He’s coming for you. No breaks. No hesitation. FULL SEND."
Felix?
Done.
Absolutely done.
He grabbed his pillow and screamed into it.
What did I just sign myself up for?!
---
Felix woke up to utter madness.
The first thing he did was check his phone.
Big mistake.
#KotaWinsFelixDate was trending worldwide.
His notifications? Absolutely destroyed.
Articles were already spinning theories:
"MMA Fighter Kota Miura Hints at Special Prize—Is Stray Kids’ Felix Involved?"
"Did Felix Lee Just Promise Kota Miura a Date? Fans Think So!"
"Kota Miura’s Post-Fight Statement—A Public Confession?"
Fans? Losing their damn minds.
"HE MEANT FELIX. HE FREAKING MEANT FELIX."
"Bro. BRO. Kota didn’t just win the fight—HE WON THE REAL PRIZE."
"LIXIE BETTER START GETTING READY FOR HIS DATE 😭💀."
"Imagine fighting a whole man just to take your crush on a date. Romantic ASF."
Fan theories? Spiraling Out of Control.
"What if Kota and Felix were ALREADY dating and this was just them messing with us?"
"Y’all, Felix posting The Boy Is Mine was foreshadowing. He KNEW this was coming."
"If Felix accepts, this will be the most legendary fan-to-lovers story of all time."
Felix groaned and flopped back onto his bed.
Hyunjin, who was already scrolling, whistled. "Damn. They’re really going feral over this."
Felix rubbed his face. "Of course they are."
Hyunjin grinned. "Sooooo… how does it feel to be publicly won like a prize?"
Felix kicked him.
Before Hyunjin could retaliate, Felix’s phone buzzed aggressively.
Caller ID: Manager Hyunwoo.
Felix stared at the screen.
Hyunjin raised a brow. "You gonna answer that?"
Felix sighed. "Do I have a choice?"
---
The call had been brief: "Come in. Now."
So, half an hour later, Felix was sitting in a conference room, facing his manager and a couple of PR staff.
He fully expected them to tell him to cut contact, issue a vague ‘just friends’ statement, and pretend nothing happened.
That’s how the industry worked, after all.
Instead?
The meeting was… weirdly calm.
Manager Hyunwoo exhaled. "Okay, Felix. Let’s talk. How serious is this?"
Felix blinked. "Huh?"
Hyunwoo leaned forward. "Should we prepare for damage control, or…?"
Felix opened his mouth—then closed it.
Because what was he supposed to say?
It wasn’t like he and Kota were dating. Yet.
But also… Kota wasn’t exactly subtle about wanting to.
And Felix?
Well.
He wasn’t exactly hating it.
Felix hesitated. "I—It’s not… I mean, we’re just—"
Hyunwoo sighed. "Look. I’m not here to tell you who you can or can’t talk to. But this is getting bigger than just fan speculation."
One of the PR team members nodded. "The reaction is… mixed. A lot of fans are thrilled, but there’s also backlash from more conservative media and international netizens."
Felix expected that.
It was one thing for idols to be admired by male celebrities—but actual potential dating rumors?
The K-pop industry wasn’t kind to that.
Hyunwoo tapped his fingers on the table. "For now, we’re keeping it quiet. No statements. No public interactions."
Felix nodded. "Got it."
Another PR staff hesitated. "That being said… if things continue progressing, we’ll need a long-term plan."
Felix shifted. "Like?"
Hyunwoo gave him a look. "Like preparing for potential fallout. From the industry, the media… and the company."
Felix clenched his jaw.
Because he knew what that meant.
If this ever became something real, it wouldn’t just affect him.
It would affect Stray Kids.
His members.
And that? That was the only thing that really scared him.
Hyunwoo sighed. "Just… be careful, Felix. That’s all I’m saying."
Felix exhaled, nodded, and left the room.
And the first thing he did?
Pulled out his phone.
[@FelixSKZ: typing…]
He hesitated.
Then deleted the tweet before he could post anything reckless.
Because no matter how chaotic and unhinged Kota was, Felix wasn’t stupid.
He had to be careful.
For now.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t text the dumbass responsible for all this.
[Felix]: I hate you.
[Felix]: You are an actual menace.
[Felix]: This is your fault.
Kota’s response? Immediate.
[Kota]: ❤️❤️❤️
[Kota]: Does this mean you’re thinking about me?
[Felix]: I’m thinking about strangling you.
[Kota]: Ooo kinky.
[Felix]: I’m blocking you.
[Kota]: No you’re not.
Felix groaned.
Because unfortunately, Kota was right.
He wasn’t blocking him.
If anything…
He was already looking forward to their next conversation.
---
If Kota got the “keep it quiet” memo, he ignored it.
Felix found himself smuggled out of his dorm in the dead of night, bundled up in an oversized hoodie, mask, and a cap pulled low.
He hadn’t even agreed to this.
One minute, he was minding his business, replying to messages. The next?
[Kota]: "Be outside in 5. I’m kidnapping you."
[Felix]: "…??? Kidnapping is illegal."
[Kota]: "So is looking that cute and distracting me from training, yet here we are."
[Felix]: "I hate you."
[Kota]: "Cool. See you in 5."
And like the absolute menace that he was, Kota had shown up.
Now, Felix was sitting in the passenger seat of Kota’s car, hands tucked into his sleeves, while Kota drove through the near-empty streets of Seoul.
Kota glanced at him, grinning. "Nervous?"
Felix crossed his arms. "Not really. Just wondering if you always break the rules."
Kota chuckled. "Only the dumb ones."
Felix rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling.
Kota drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the gear shift. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up, revealing his forearms—toned from years of training.
Felix looked away, fast.
Nope. Not gonna acknowledge that.
"So where are we going?" Felix asked.
Kota smirked. "Secret."
Felix groaned. "If you’re taking me to some shady underground fight club, I swear—"
Kota barked out a laugh. "You really think I’d take you to an illegal fight ring?"
Felix raised a brow. "Yes."
Kota grinned wider. "Fair. But no, I have a better idea."
Felix expected a club. A bar. Maybe even an overpriced restaurant where Kota would try (and fail) to impress him.
What he didn’t expect was an empty gym, the soft glow of the city lights spilling through the massive windows.
Felix stared. "This is… not what I was expecting."
Kota grinned. "I figured. Thought you might like a break from all the noise."
Felix huffed a laugh. "You break into a gym just for me?"
Kota mock-gasped. "Excuse you, this is my gym. I have a key."
Felix tilted his head. "So you didn’t break in?"
Kota winked. "I never said that."
Felix rolled his eyes, amused. "You’re ridiculous."
"And yet," Kota said, nudging Felix’s chin playfully, "you’re here with me."
Felix ignored the way his stomach flipped.
Instead, he walked further in, taking in the gym’s sleek interior—boxing rings, weights, punching bags, the faint scent of sweat and disinfectant lingering in the air.
Kota followed, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.
Felix threw a light punch at Kota’s shoulder. "So? You won. What do you want?"
Kota didn’t even pretend to think about it.
"You."
Felix groaned. "God, you’re so corny."
"Yeah," Kota said easily, stepping closer, voice softer. "But you like it."
Felix didn’t answer.
Mostly because… it was true.
And maybe, just maybe, that was the most dangerous thing of all.
Which is exactly why he needed to change the subject immediately.
"So what now?" Felix asked, crossing his arms. "You gonna make me spar with you or something?"
Kota lit up like that was the best idea he’d ever heard.
"OH. MY. GOD." He grabbed Felix’s shoulders, shaking him excitedly. "YES. YES, WE’RE DOING THAT."
Felix immediately regretted speaking.
"What? No, wait—"
"TOO LATE," Kota cackled, already dragging Felix toward the mats.
Felix stumbled after him, eyes wide. "I WAS KIDDING."
Kota turned around, all smug and annoyingly hot. "What’s wrong? Scared I’ll destroy you?"
Felix narrowed his eyes.
Oh. Oh, this man wanted to play games?
Felix dropped his hoodie onto the bench, rolling up his sleeves. "Alright. Bet."
Kota froze. Blinked.
Then grinned like a madman.
Felix realized three things very quickly:
Kota was a menace.
Kota was way too strong.
Felix made a terrible mistake.
Kota moved fast. Too fast. Felix barely dodged before Kota caught him by the waist and quite literally threw him over his shoulder.
Felix let out a very undignified yelp.
"PUT ME DOWN, YOU PSYCHO!"
Kota cackled, spinning him in a circle. "Bro, you weigh NOTHING. Are you sure you eat?"
Felix smacked Kota’s back, screeching. "I HOPE YOU LOSE YOUR NEXT FIGHT."
Kota gasped dramatically, finally setting Felix back down. "How dare you."
Felix shoved at his chest, face burning. "You’re insane."
Kota just grinned. "And yet, you’re still here."
Felix glared. "Shut up."
Kota winked. "Make me."
Felix threw a water bottle at him.
Somehow, some way, Kota convinced Felix to actually train.
And by train, Felix meant "Kota made him hold mitts while he showed off."
Felix huffed, adjusting the pads on his hands. "Are you always this dramatic when you train?"
Kota threw a perfect punch. "Only when I have an audience."
Felix rolled his eyes. "You’re so annoying."
"Yeah?" Kota smirked, throwing another hit. "But you think I’m hot."
Felix’s brain buffered.
"WHAT—NO—"
"Mmhm," Kota nodded, completely unfazed. "You were staring at my arms earlier."
Felix nearly threw the mitts at his head.
"I HATE YOU."
Kota dodged, laughing his ass off. "No, you don’t."
Felix sulked. He really, really hated that Kota was right.
Somewhere between training and Kota acting like an absolute menace, they ended up at a convenience store.
At 3 AM.
Kota immediately raided the snack aisle, grabbing way too many things.
Felix just watched in horror.
"Bro. That is NOT a meal."
Kota, holding three types of chips, two instant ramens, and an energy drink: "It is if you believe."
Felix sighed. "I can’t be seen with you."
Kota wrapped an arm around his shoulders, grinning. "Too late, babe. You’re stuck with me."
Felix wanted to argue.
But then Kota bought him his favorite snacks without saying a word.
And Felix felt his stupid, traitorous heart flip.
By the time Kota pulled up near the dorms, Felix was half-asleep, slumped against the window.
Kota nudged him. "Oi. We’re here, Sleeping Beauty."
Felix grumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Shut up."
Kota chuckled, watching as Felix stretched, his hoodie riding up slightly.
Kota looked away, gripping the wheel.
Felix yawned, blinking up at him. "…Thanks for tonight."
Kota tilted his head. "Yeah?"
Felix hesitated, then smiled softly.
"Yeah."
Kota’s brain short-circuited.
It took everything in him not to kiss him right then and there.
Instead, he just reached over, ruffled Felix’s hair, and grinned.
"Get inside before I change my mind and steal you away again."
Felix laughed, hopping out.
And as he walked into the building, Kota stayed parked—watching until Felix was safely inside.
Only then did he let out a deep breath, gripping the wheel tighter.
Yeah.
He was so, so screwed.
---
Felix had been so careful.
No leaks. No disasters. No unnecessary attention. He convinced himself it was just a casual thing—sneaky meetups, playful texts, late-night phone calls that turned into sleepy goodnights.
Then, he made a critical mistake.
He snuck into one of Kota’s fights.
And someone caught him on camera.
It started with a single blurry photo. Felix, sitting in the VIP section, mask covering half his face, eyes locked on Kota in the ring.
Then came the fan edits. The close-ups. The enhanced zoom-ins. The screenshots from past interactions.
Then, the explosion.
#FelixAtKotaFight started trending within minutes.
#KotaWinsFelixDate followed right after.
And then came the bad part.
The hate.
The industry elites calling it “unprofessional.”
The trolls flooding the comments with homophobia.
The fans that turned against him overnight.
Felix expected it. But expecting it didn’t make it hurt any less.
Then, Kota posted.
[@KotaMiura: “People talk too much. I don’t care. I won’t hide.” 💛⭐]
Felix stared at the screen. Something inside him settled.
And then his phone rang.
Felix had barely gotten out of bed when the company called.
The moment he walked into the dorm’s living room, he knew it was bad.
All eight members were awake.
At 6 AM.
Chan was pacing like a man ready to throw hands. Seungmin was scrolling through his iPad, face blank in that terrifying “I’m analyzing every hate comment” way. Han? Half-buried in a blanket, pretending this wasn’t happening.
Hyunjin? Hyunjin just looked at Felix and whistled.
“Damn,” he said. “You really went and did that.”
Felix groaned, flopping into a chair. “It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal.”
Changbin snorted. “Bro. You snuck into a championship fight to watch an MMA fighter who has been publicly down bad for you for a year.”
“Yeah,” Han mumbled from under his blanket. “Not a big deal at all.”
Felix rubbed his face. “I was careful.”
Seungmin tilted his screen toward him.
The photo. The comments. The chaos.
It was everywhere.
“Felix’s career is over.”
“JYP won’t let this slide.”
“He just ruined everything for the group.”
Felix’s stomach twisted. He’d prepared himself for some backlash, but seeing it spelled out so cruelly…
A hand landed on his shoulder.
Chan.
His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
“Hey,” he said. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Felix swallowed. “Hyung—”
Chan squeezed his shoulder. “No. Listen to me. You’re not alone in this, yeah? We’re with you. No matter what.”
Felix exhaled. But the weight on his chest didn’t lift.
Because no matter what Chan said, this wasn’t just about him.
It was about the group. Their careers. Their future.
And now?
It was all on the line.
By the time they arrived at the company building, Felix’s hands were ice cold.
Chan walked beside him, tense. Protective. Like he was preparing for war.
Hyunjin? Less tense. More chaotic.
“If they try to make you break up with him, just cry,” he whispered. “People get really uncomfortable when you cry.”
Felix sighed. “We’re not even—”
“Just saying,” Hyunjin shrugged.
Inside, the atmosphere was suffocating.
PR managers. Higher-ups. And Park Jin-young himself.
JYP didn’t look angry. Yet. Just frustrated.
“Explain,” he said.
Felix inhaled. This was it.
Felix walked into the conference room ready for war.
Chan walked in beside him, already radiating "say one wrong thing and I will fight" energy. Hyunjin? Looking smug as hell, like he was about to witness the most entertaining chaos of his life.
Minho and Seungmin tagged along because, according to them, "we refuse to miss what could be the most iconic corporate meltdown in JYP history."
Felix, however, had zero confidence.
JYP sat at the head of the table, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The PR team looked on the verge of passing out.
JYP exhaled sharply. “Lee Felix.”
Felix braced himself. Here it comes.
“This…” JYP gestured vaguely toward the chaos exploding on the internet. “…is a mess.”
Felix clenched his fists. He knew it. Knew they were going to tell him to issue some fake statement, deny everything, go back to being an industry puppet.
But then—
JYP sighed, rubbing his temples. "That being said…"
Felix frowned. Huh?
JYP sat back, staring at the ceiling like he was having a spiritual awakening. “I’ve been in this industry too long to care about what people think anymore.”
Silence.
What.
Minho blinked. Seungmin audibly choked. Chan—who had come in ready to throw hands—suddenly looked visibly confused.
Felix? Brain buffering.
“…What?” he said weakly.
JYP sat forward, placing his hands on the table. “Felix. I have been doing this K-pop sh*t for TOO DAMN LONG. I have fought battles you people wouldn’t believe. Lawsuits. Scandals. Do you know how many times people have called me washed up? How many times they’ve said my artists were ‘over’ and then we STILL dominated?”
The PR team shifted uncomfortably. Someone cleared their throat.
JYP ignored them. He was on a roll.
“Do you think I got into this business to listen to what random keyboard warriors have to say about MY artists?” He gestured wildly. “Do you think I sit in my office, sipping tea, wondering, ‘Oh no, what will K-pop Twitter say today?’”
Minho, under his breath: “…You kinda do, though.”
JYP slammed his hands on the table. “I have bigger problems, Lee Minho. I have MILLIONS of side quests to fulfill before I leave this industry. Do you know how much I still have left to do? How many trainees I have to debut? I have albums to produce, legacy to build, lawsuits to fight, a company to run.”
He pointed dramatically at Felix. “And now you come in here looking like a kicked puppy because what? People are mad you went to see your boyfriend fight?”
Felix, flustered: “He’s not—”
JYP, ignoring him: “Do you WANT to be with him?”
Felix hesitated.
Did he?
He thought of Kota. Kota, with his dumb jokes, his ridiculous flirting, his stupidly strong arms that could probably lift Felix with one hand if he wanted to. The way he never hesitated—not once, not even when the world threw hate his way.
Felix swallowed. “Yeah. I do.”
JYP nodded. "Then screw the industry. We ball."
Dead. Silence.
The PR manager made a sound like they just took psychic damage.
Hyunjin? Mouth wide open. “WAIT, DID JYP JUST SAY ‘WE BALL’—”
Minho slowly stood. “I have to go write this in my diary. Today, history was made.”
Seungmin, nodding: “A moment for the books.”
Felix couldn’t believe what was happening. “Wait. Just like that?”
JYP exhaled, looking tired as hell. “Felix. I’m 50. I am too old to give a single f**k about what people say anymore.”
Felix’s soul left his body.
“Do people in the industry talk? Of course,” JYP continued, waving a hand. “Are there homophobic assholes? Obviously. Will there be consequences? Maybe.”
He shrugged.
“But guess what? The world is changing. Fans? Some will hate, sure, but others will love you harder. And honestly?” He sighed, rubbing his face. “I’m tired of hiding my artists' happiness.”
Felix felt something in his chest loosen.
JYP tilted his head. “Besides, Kota seems like a good guy. A little unhinged, but you have terrible taste, so I’m not surprised.”
Felix: “…Excuse me??”
Minho, nodding wisely: “Facts.”
JYP leaned back. “So here’s the deal. You want to be with him? Fine. But for now, keep it low-key. No statements. No interviews. Let the fans fight amongst themselves.”
The PR manager opened their mouth—probably to argue—but JYP cut them off immediately.
“Unless this spirals into nuclear-level scandal, I don’t want to hear about it,” he said. Then, he stood.
Meeting? OVER.
Felix sat there, blinking. Processing.
That’s it? He’s not getting kicked out?
Chan let out a long breath. Then, he grinned, clapping Felix on the back. “Holy sh*t, mate. You actually won.”
Felix huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “I… guess I did.”
Minho, casually slinging an arm around Felix’s shoulder: “Congrats, lover boy. Now let’s get out of here before JYP remembers he has ‘side quests’ to finish and suddenly makes you debut as a soloist in Japan.”
Felix paled. “Let’s GO.”
As they left the room, Hyunjin looked at Felix, smirking.
“So. When are you telling Kota he’s officially your boyfriend?”
Felix sighed, covering his face. He was so, so doomed.
Felix woke up the next morning to pure, unfiltered madness.
He groggily reached for his phone, only to squint in confusion at the number of notifications.
500+ unread messages.
His name trending worldwide.
JYP trending worldwide.
#KotaWinsFelixDate STILL trending.
“…Oh no.”
He opened the group chat. Immediately regretted it.
🐺 Hyunjin: BRO WAKE UP
🐺 Hyunjin: JYP JUST BODIED THE INDUSTRY
🐨 Chan: Felix, I hope you’re awake because uh… yeah.
🐰 Seungmin: Our CCO is an unhinged menace and I’ve never respected him more.
🐱 Minho: Hey. You still breathing?
🐿️ Han: DUDE THE JYP STATEMENT??
🐿️ Han: I CAN’T EVEN MAKE MEMES ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT’S ALREADY A MEME
Felix blinked. What?
Then he checked Twitter.
JYP Entertainment issued a statement.
Official PR announcement:
"We have no comment regarding the situation. Thank you for your understanding."
Short. Simple. Professional.
And then… Park Jinyoung himself decided to speak.
Which, in hindsight, was the worst (best) thing that could have happened.
Because instead of leaving it at the very neutral PR statement, Park Jinyoung—the legend, the menace, the unhinged CCO himself—dropped a personal statement.
It was… something.
OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM PARK JINYOUNG (Founder, Executive Director, CCO, Singer-Songwriter, Producer, Actor, Philanthropist, Visionary, Business Mogul, K-pop Pioneer, Fashion Icon, Dance Machine, etc.)
"My artists, my rules. The rest of y’all? Not my problem."
"Do I look like I have time to care about your opinions? I run a MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR COMPANY, make bangers, dance better than your faves, and now, I am on my way to be a guest lecturer at a prestigious university. Because unlike some of you, I am multifaceted, talented, and booked."
"Felix can date whoever he wants. And if anyone has a problem, please file a complaint directly into the void, because I will not be reading it."
"And for those considering legal action against my artists—please try it. I have the best lawyers in the industry, and they’re always hungry."
"Sincerely, Park Jinyoung (yes, THE JYP)."
THE INTERNET EXPLODES
"JYP JUST DROPPED THE MOST UNHINGED STATEMENT OF ALL TIME."
"Not him flexing his life achievements while defending Felix’s right to be in love??"
"I swear to God, this man is a lunatic genius."
"‘Please try it. I have the best lawyers in the industry, and they’re always hungry.’—JYP IS NOT PLAYING."
"I want this statement framed in the Louvre."
"FELIX WAKE UP, THE INTERNET IS ON FIRE."
Haters: Also Losing Their Minds
"K-pop idols should NOT be dating. It’s unprofessional."
"This is a disgrace to the industry."
"JYP lost my respect."
"Homosexuality is still not accepted in many—" (Felix blocked that user immediately.)
Then he screamed into his pillow.
Hyunjin, laughing from the other side of the dorm: “HE’S AWAKE.”
A moment later, Chan knocked on the door, voice dangerously calm. “Felix. You good, mate?”
Felix groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Hyung. What the hell did I wake up to?”
Chan sighed, stepping in and sitting on the edge of Felix’s bed. “An absolute PR disaster. But also? The funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Felix whined into his pillow. “This isn’t happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening,” Minho said, strolling in with his morning coffee, completely unfazed.
Seungmin popped his head in, smirking. “So… when are you gonna call your boyfriend?”
Felix screamed into his pillow again.
Felix took a deep breath. Checked his phone again.
Bad idea.
Because the first thing he saw when he opened Instagram was—
[@KotaMiura: “Won the fight. Won the bet. Now winning at life. 💛⭐ #ThanksForWatchingBabe”]
Attached: A clear photo of Felix in the VIP section, mask on, eyes locked onto Kota in the ring.
Felix choked.
"OH MY GOD, HE DID NOT JUST—"
He slammed his phone onto the bed, staring at it like it personally betrayed him.
Hyunjin, cackling from the doorway: “Bro. He hard-launched you.”
Felix whipped around, horrified. “SHUT UP.”
Hyunjin, wiping fake tears of joy: “I just— He called you babe. On MAIN. WITH PHOTO PROOF.”
Felix grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.
Minho, strolling in with a coffee: “So… when’s the wedding?”
Felix threw the pillow at him. “LEAVE.”
The comment section? Absolutely feral.
“BABE??? HE SAID BABE??? KOTA SAID BABE???”
“Not him HARD-LAUNCHING Felix on the timeline like a man with ZERO fears.”
“Sir, this is a public platform. You cannot just post things like this.”
“Felix, BLINK TWICE IF YOU’RE BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY THIS MAN’S SIMPING.”
“This is not a ship anymore. This is the Titanic, and we are all drowning.”
BACK TO FELIX'S SUFFERING
Chan walked in, glanced at the scene, and sighed. “Okay. Who killed him?”
Hyunjin snorted. “Kota, apparently.”
Felix groaned into the mattress. “He. CALLED. Me. BABE.”
Chan blinked. “And?”
Felix lifted his head, scandalized. “HYUNG, HE BASICALLY ANNOUNCED TO THE WORLD THAT WE’RE A THING.”
Minho, sipping his coffee: “Aren’t you?”
Felix froze.
The room went silent.
Seungmin, leaning in from the doorway: "Yeah. Aren’t you?”
Felix opened his mouth—then closed it.
Because technically…
…he hadn’t exactly denied it.
…or told Kota to stop.
…or, y’know, NOT snuck out at 3 AM for a “date” with the man.
Felix buried his face in his hands. “Oh my God.”
Hyunjin grinned. “Damn. You’re in deep.”
Felix, muffled into his hands: “I HATE him.”
Hyunjin, laughing: “No, you don’t.”
Felix paused.
Felix sighed.
Felix grabbed his phone.
“…No. I don’t.”
---
Felix tried to be discreet. Really.
But as he tiptoed through the dorm, hoodie pulled low, he heard a voice.
Minho, from the couch: "Tell your boyfriend I want free fight tickets."
Felix nearly jumped out of his skin. “HYUNG—”
Minho waved a hand, not even looking up from his phone. “Have fun. Be safe. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Felix sprinted out before anyone else could roast him.
Kota picked him up at midnight sharp, his car rolling up like it was a secret mission.
No gym this time. No crowds.
Just a rooftop.
Fairy lights strung up. Takeout sushi. A perfect view of the city skyline.
Felix leaned against the railing, watching the endless lights below. “You’re insane, you know that?”
Kota sat cross-legged on the ground, completely unbothered. “I just like winning. And I really, really wanted to win that bet.”
Felix snorted. "So… was it worth it?"
Kota didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he reached into the takeout bag and pulled something out.
A Felix photocard.
Felix stared. “WHAT—”
Kota grinned, twirling it between his fingers. "Every fighter needs a lucky charm."
Felix genuinely didn’t know what to do with himself. His brain short-circuited.
“…Where did you even get that?”
Kota grinned wider. “Fan gave it to me. Thought I’d put it to good use.”
Felix covered his face. “You’re impossible.”
Kota leaned closer. "And yet, here you are. On a date with me."
Felix rolled his eyes.
Didn’t deny it, though.
They lay back on the rooftop after eating, the city stretching infinitely around them.
The air was cool, the distant hum of traffic the only sound.
Felix felt Kota shift beside him.
"Felix."
He turned his head. “Yeah?”
Kota was already looking at him.
There was something different in his gaze—less teasing, more serious.
“I know I joke around a lot," Kota said softly, "but I meant it. I don’t want to play around with you."
Felix’s heart skipped.
“…You’re not.”
Kota exhaled, his usual smirk softening into something gentler. “Then can I—”
Felix didn’t let him finish.
He leaned in first.
It was soft. Gentle. Like the city lights, like the breeze, like the moment was just theirs.
Kota grinned against his lips when they pulled apart. "Took you long enough."
Felix laughed, shaking his head. "Shut up."
But he was smiling. So much.
Kota’s car pulled up near the dorms around 4AM.
Felix unbuckled his seatbelt, hesitating for just a second.
Then, before Kota could say anything—
Felix leaned over, pressed a quick peck to his cheek, and BOLTED.
Kota froze.
Engine running. Hands on the wheel.
Processing.
Then, as Felix disappeared into the building—
Kota banged his head against the steering wheel.
“…I’m so gone for this guy.”
---
If Felix thought the internet exploding was bad, it was nothing compared to what happened next.
Because now? The entire K-pop industry was in shambles.
Felix woke up to pure madness. His phone would not stop vibrating.
The group chat? A disaster.
Wooyoung: "FELIX. OPEN THE GATES. FREE US ALL."
Hongjoong: "Damn. Never thought I’d see the day an idol hard-launched a relationship and survived."
Yeosang: "So if I hypothetically had someone… is this my chance?"
Wooyoung: "YES. RUN, BROTHER. LOVE FREELY."
Soobin: "K-pop and MMA. What kind of power couple is this."
Yeonjun: "Felix, tell me your secrets. No reason."
Beomgyu: "HOW DID YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS."
Even EXO’s Baekhyun dropped a tweet.
[@B_hundred_Hyun: "So dating is OKAY now? 👀 Asking for a friend."]
Felix turned off his notifications. This was too much.
While the younger idols celebrated, the industry elders?
They were having a MELTDOWN.
“This is reckless. Unprofessional.”
“What if this opens the floodgates for more idols to date openly?”
One old-school executive even went on TV.
"Back in my day, idols understood their roles. They were supposed to be mysterious, untouchable. Not…men openly dating MEN!!!"
Felix saw the clip.
Felix sent it to the group chat.
🐺 Wooyoung: "LMAOOOO MYSTERIOUS. BRO, WE KNOW WHAT JUICE BRAND YOU DRINK."
🐿️ Beomgyu: "Felix, you ruined the illusion. Now everyone knows you’re a real person."
🐥 Felix: "Oh no 😔 whatever shall I do."
As if Felix's life wasn’t already spiraling, Kota decided to escalate things.
Because instead of staying quiet? He dropped a photo dump.
[@KotaMiura: "The many faces of my lucky charm 💛⭐"]
Attached: pictures of
Felix, mid-bite into a convenience store rice ball, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
Felix at the gym, pouting as Kota flexed dramatically behind him.
Felix on the rooftop date, soft city lights making his freckles glow.
Felix, fast asleep in Kota’s passenger seat, Kota’s jacket draped over him.
A blurry, chaotic selfie of Felix trying to snatch Kota’s phone.
Fans? Losing their minds.
“KOTA IS ACTUALLY UNHINGED. I RESPECT IT.”
“DID HE JUST DROP A FELIX PHOTOBOOK FOR FREE?!”
“THE WAY HE CALLED HIM HIS LUCKY CHARM—HELLO? POLICE? I’D LIKE TO REPORT A MURDER.”
“THE JACKET PHOTO. THE SLEEPING PHOTO. I AM CLUTCHING MY CHEST.”
“WE’RE NOT JUST WATCHING A RELATIONSHIP BLOSSOM. WE’RE WITNESSING A LOVE STORY FOR THE AGES.”
Felix?
Felix stared at his screen, completely frozen, gripping his phone like it personally betrayed him. His soul? Leaving his body.
He needed air. He needed a reset button on life. He needed Kota to STOP.
Instead, he grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it with the force of a thousand suns.
---
Felix barely remembered leaving his dorm.
One moment, he was staring at Kota’s latest Instagram post—a collage of soft, stolen moments: Felix reaching for snacks in a convenience store, his face barely visible under a hoodie. A blurry photo of him asleep in the passenger seat, Kota’s jacket draped over him. A shot from behind of him leaning on the rooftop railing, city lights stretching beyond him.
And the caption?
“Won the fight. Won the bet. Now winning at life."
Felix’s soul left his body.
Hyunjin had howled.
Seungmin? Screenshot it immediately.
Minho? “Damn. He’s really got you on lock, huh?”
And Felix? He grabbed his phone, grabbed his keys, and next thing he knew—
He was in Kota’s car, fingers clenching his hoodie strings, stomach a mess of nerves and anticipation.
“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered as Kota sped through the empty city streets.
Kota, grinning like a man who just hit the jackpot, drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “Ridiculously in love with you.”
Felix choked. “You can’t just say shit like that.”
Kota shrugged. “Why not? It’s true.”
Felix gave up.
By the time they reached Kota’s apartment, the tension had shifted. No more teasing, no more running.
The door barely clicked shut before Felix found himself pressed against it, breath catching as Kota’s hands slid beneath his hoodie, fingertips tracing warm, deliberate paths over his skin. Soft, teasing, but possessive.
Felix sucked in a shaky breath. “You’re ridiculous.”
Kota smirked, his lips ghosting over Felix’s jaw. “You love it.”
Felix would’ve argued, but then Kota’s hands gripped his waist, pulling him flush against him, and his brain short-circuited.
It was unfair, really—how effortlessly Kota took over his senses. The way he kissed him, slow but all-consuming, like he had all the time in the world. The way he moved, so completely sure of what he wanted.
And what he wanted—was Felix.
Felix gasped against his lips, fingers tangling in Kota’s hair as he was lifted effortlessly, like he weighed nothing and carried through the dark apartment.
“Do you just—” Felix’s voice came out unsteady, his body reacting to the sheer ease with which Kota handled him. “—pick people up like this?”
Kota grinned against his throat, walking them toward the bedroom. “Only the ones I plan to keep.”
Felix’s heart stuttered.
Then he was on the bed, sprawled beneath Kota, staring up at him in the dim city light spilling through the windows.
Kota’s gaze drank him in, dark eyes soft but smoldering. Like he was something to be memorized.
Felix swallowed, nerves tangling with the undeniable pull between them.
“Tell me you want this,” Kota murmured, fingers brushing the hem of his hoodie, a quiet plea beneath the confidence.
Felix’s chest tightened. There was no pressure, no expectation—just Kota, waiting, letting him choose.
And Felix had already chosen.
His voice came out quiet, but sure. “I do.”
Kota’s breath hitched, just barely. Then he leaned down, kissing him slower this time—less hunger, more devotion.
They moved in a rhythm that felt natural, familiar, inevitable.
Every brush of fingers.
Every whispered name.
Every stolen breath.
Felix had never felt so seen, so wanted.
Kota worshipped him with his touch—taking his time, savoring, making sure Felix knew exactly how much he meant to him.
And Felix? He let himself fall.
Because Kota was right.
He’d already won the fight.
Won the bet.
And now, he had Felix.
And Felix, in return, had him.
Felix woke up to the smell of something burning.
For a brief moment, he panicked—was Kota okay? Was the apartment on fire? Was he about to have to evacuate in nothing but a pair of boxers?
Then, through the open bedroom door, he heard a very aggressive string of curses followed by the unmistakable sound of a spatula clattering onto the floor.
Felix snorted.
Dragging himself out of bed, he grabbed the first thing within reach—Kota’s hoodie, oversized and smelling like him—before padding barefoot into the kitchen.
The scene that greeted him? Peak comedy.
Kota stood at the stove, shirtless, hair a disaster, glaring down at what was supposed to be scrambled eggs but looked more like… a crime scene. A frying pan smoked beside him, and a piece of toast lay abandoned in the sink.
Felix bit his lip to keep from laughing.
“You good there, Chef Ramsey?”
Kota whirled around, eyes wide—then immediately narrowed in betrayal.
“Why didn’t you stay in bed?” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “I was trying to make you breakfast.”
Felix arched a brow. “And how’s that working out for you?”
Kota scowled. “Horribly. But it’s the thought that counts.”
Felix finally let himself laugh, stepping closer, reaching up to smooth Kota’s messy hair. “It is,” he admitted, standing on his toes to press a soft kiss to Kota’s jaw. “But maybe let me handle breakfast before we both get food poisoning.”
Kota sighed dramatically, but melted instantly.
“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” he muttered.
Felix just grinned, stealing another quick kiss before turning to salvage whatever could be saved.
Felix, feeling soft and stupidly in love, did something impulsive.
He snapped a quick photo—Kota, back turned, still shirtless, hunched over the stove in absolute defeat—and posted it to his Instagram story.
This time, though, he added a caption.
“He can fight, but he can’t cook to save his life. Still my favorite, though. 🖤⭐”
Big mistake.
FIVE MINUTES LATER—
Hyunjin (Text Message): “LEE FELIX, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST POST.”
Chan (Group Chat): “DID YOU JUST HARD LAUNCH YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH A THIRST TRAP AND A LOVE CONFESSION?!”
Seungmin: “Kota’s back muscles deserve their own fan club.”
Minho: “Unfollowing.”
Felix panicked.
“What have I done,” he whispered.
Kota, meanwhile, had zero regrets.
“Too late now,” he said smugly, peeking at the screen over Felix’s shoulder. “Might as well post a selfie of us at this point.”
Felix smacked his arm. “Don’t you dare.”
Kota just laughed, pulling him in by the waist. “I’m kidding,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Felix’s temple. “For now.”
Felix groaned.
He was never living this down.
And honestly?
He didn’t mind.