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The interior of the black Mercedes Sprinter smelled like overpriced cologne, stale espresso, and the distinct, sugary scent of Jisung’s strawberry nicotine vape.
"Felix, I am begging you," Seungmin said, not looking up from his tablet. His glasses reflected the blue light of the digital blueprints for The Vault, the city’s most exclusive - and illegal - underground lounge. "Do not get distracted by the glitter. Do not get distracted by the bass. And for the love of everything holy, do not try to befriend the marks. We are here for the drive, not a social circle."
Felix, currently struggling to pull a skin-tight, sheer lace top over his head, popped out with a grin that could de-escalate a nuclear war. "Seungminnie, you worry too much! I’m a professional."
"You’re a menace," Jisung chirped from the front seat, checking his monitors. "Last time you went undercover, you ended up adopting a stray cat and giving the target's bodyguard skincare advice. We barely got out of there."
"He had terrible pores, Jisung! It was a public service," Felix argued, reaching for a pot of silver glitter. He began to dab it onto his cheekbones with practised precision.
Hyunjin, sitting across from him and looking like a deadly runway model in velvet slacks, leaned forward to help blend the glitter. "Just stay focused. We know Team Eclipse is going to be there. Minho is probably already in the rafters, and you know how he gets when we beat him to a haul."
Felix shivered slightly. Minho was terrifying. But then he thought of the rival leader. "What about Chan?"
"Bang Chan will be in the VIP booth, acting like he’s the King of the Underworld," Seungmin muttered. "He’s tactical. He’s cold. He won't hesitate to put a tracker on you if you get too close. So, stay. Away."
Felix hummed, checking his reflection. The sheer top left very little to the imagination, hugging his slim waist and highlighting the dusting of freckles across his shoulders. He looked less like a spy and more like a siren designed to ruin a man’s career. "Stay away. Right. Got it."
Ten minutes later, Felix was absolutely not staying away.
The club was a sensory assault of deep house music and neon purple lights. Felix moved through the crowd like he owned the air everyone was breathing. He was supposed to be heading toward the server room. He was supposed to be meeting Hyunjin at the back stairs.
But then, the beat dropped.
And there, in the centre of the dance floor, was a man who looked like he was carved out of granite. He was wearing a sleeveless leather vest that showed off arms the size of Felix’s head. He was moving with a surprising, fluid intensity that made everyone else look like they were standing still.
Felix’s mission-brain short-circuited. That’s Seo Changbin. The rival team’s heavy hitter. The one Minho usually had to keep on a leash.
Felix didn't think. He didn't check his comms. He just felt the vibration of the subwoofers in his chest and slid into the space right next to the buff man.
Changbin froze for a split second, eyes widening as he registered the blonde blur in the lace top. He recognised Felix instantly - the infiltrator of Team Sunshine. The enemy. The rival. And so incredibly gorgeous.
Felix didn't pull a gun. He didn't even pull a knife. He just tilted his head, eyes crinkling into half-moons, and yelled over the music: "Your moves are incredible! But you’re off-beat on the transition!"
Changbin blinked, his tough guy facade wavering. "I am not off-beat!"
"Are too! Watch!"
And just like that, the heist was forgotten. Felix began to move, his body undulating with a grace that was both ethereal and deeply provocative. Changbin, never one to back down from a challenge - especially a physical one - grinned and followed suit.
Up in the VIP lounge, shielded by one-way glass, Bang Chan was mid-sentence, discussing the encryption codes with a contact. He stopped abruptly, his glass of whiskey hovering halfway to his lips.
His dark eyes locked onto the dance floor. Specifically, they locked onto the way a pair of slender, glitter-covered hands were currently resting on his teammate’s massive shoulders. He watched as Felix threw his head back and laughed, his throat exposed, looking entirely too comfortable with a man who was supposed to be his enemy.
The glass in Chan’s hand cracked.
"Boss?" Jeongin asked, leaning in from the shadows, his eyes following Chan’s gaze. "Is that... Felix? Dancing with Changbin-hyung?"
Chan didn't answer. He watched Felix lean in to whisper something into Changbin’s ear, his lips brushing the shell of Changbin's ear. He watched Changbin bark out a laugh and hoist Felix up by the waist, spinning him around.
"Jeongin," Chan said, his voice dropping an octave, coming out like a low, dangerous growl.
"Yeah?"
"Tell Minho to handle the mission for a while." Chan stood up, adjusting his blazer, his eyes never leaving the blonde boy who was currently shaking his hips like it was his only purpose in life. "I have to go perform an... intervention."
Chan didn’t just walk; he stalked. He moved through the crowded VIP mezzanine with a predatory grace that made people instinctively part ways. His pulse was thrumming, a heavy, rhythmic beat that had nothing to do with the house music vibrating the floorboards and everything to do with the sight of Felix’s hands sliding down Changbin’s biceps.
He wasn't just the enemy. Felix was a hazard. A shimmering, glitter-dusted hazard that was currently making Team Eclipse’s most disciplined soldier look like a backup dancer in a music video.
Down on the floor, the heat was stifling. Felix was a whirlwind of motion, his blonde hair damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead in soft curls. He was having the time of his life.
"You're actually really good, Binnie-hyung!" Felix shouted over the bass, his voice bright and melodic. He didn't even realise he’d used a formal honorific for a man he was supposed to be sabotaging.
Changbin, usually the most stoic man in the room, was beaming. "You’ve got crazy footwork, Lix! Where did you learn to move like..."
Before Changbin could finish the sentence, a heavy, warm hand landed on his shoulder. It wasn't a friendly pat. It was a claim.
Changbin stiffened, recognising the weight of that hand immediately. He turned his head to see Chan standing behind him, looking like a storm cloud in a bespoke suit. Chan’s eyes were dark, fixated entirely on Felix, who had stopped dancing and was now blinking up at the elder with wide, innocent eyes.
"Changbin," Chan said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to cut right through the 120-decibel music. "Report to Minho. Now. He’s having trouble with the west-side bypass."
Changbin blinked, confused. "But Minho said he.."
"Now, Changbin," Chan repeated. There was a sharp edge to his tone that brooked no argument.
Changbin looked at Felix, then at his leader, and then back at Felix. He let out a reluctant huff, giving Felix a quick high-five. "Don't go anywhere, Lix! We haven't finished the bridge yet!"
"I'll be here!" Felix chirped, waving as Changbin disappeared into the shadows of the club.
The moment Changbin was out of sight, the atmosphere shifted. The space between Chan and Felix felt pressurised, like the air right before a lightning strike. Chan stepped forward, closing the gap until Felix had to tilt his head back significantly to maintain eye contact.
Up close, Felix was even more devastating. The glitter on his skin caught the strobe lights, making him look like something celestial. The sheer lace of his top was practically non-existent under Chan’s intense scrutiny; he could see the rapid rise and fall of Felix’s chest, the faint glow of sweat on his collarbones, and the way his freckles seemed to dance in the neon light.
He was breathtakingly hot. And he was currently a massive pain in Chan’s side.
"Lee Felix," Chan said, his name a low purr. He reached out, his thumb catching a stray bit of glitter on Felix’s cheekbone and smearing it. "Are you lost? Or is your team really this desperate that they’re sending their best asset to distract my muscle with a dance-off?"
Felix didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned into the touch slightly, a cheeky, lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Maybe I just liked the music, Chan-ssi. Why? Are you jealous that Binnie is a better dancer than you?"
Chan’s jaw tightened. The hyung hit him like a physical blow. "I’m not jealous. I’m doing my job. This is a high-security zone, and you’re currently blowing your cover for a choreography lesson."
"My cover is fine," Felix hummed, his hand reaching out to boldly toy with the lapel of Chan’s jacket. His fingers brushed against the silk, dangerously close to the holster hidden beneath. "Everyone thinks I’m just a club kid. The only one making a scene is the scary man in the expensive suit staring at my waist."
Chan felt a surge of heat that had nothing to do with the club's temperature. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from Felix’s ear. "I’m staring because you’re making it very difficult for me to remain professional. You're supposed to be my rival, Felix. Not my entertainment."
Felix’s breath hitched, just for a second. He could smell the expensive sandalwood and sharp citrus of Chan's cologne. He felt the raw power radiating off the man - the sheer, unadulterated alpha energy that made Team Eclipse so formidable.
But Felix was Team Sunshine for a reason. He didn't do intimidation.
"Well," Felix whispered back, his voice dropping into that deep, honey-smooth register that always made Chan’s head spin. "If you don't want me to be your entertainment... why are you still holding my waist?"
Chan looked down. He hadn't even realised he’d moved his hand. It was clamped firmly around Felix’s side, his fingers digging into the soft skin just above the waistband of his pants.
He should let go. He should escort him to the exit. He should call Minho and tell him the Sunshine was neutralised.
Instead, Chan pulled him an inch closer.
"Because," Chan growled, his gaze dropping to Felix’s parted lips. "I want to know exactly what you're hiding under this lace. Besides a very loud heart."
Back in the van, the comms erupted.
"Felix? Felix, respond!" Jisung’s voice was borderline frantic. "I see Chan on the thermal. He’s... wait. Why are their heat signatures so close? Are they fighting? Why is Felix’s heart rate at 130?"
Seungmin leaned over, staring at the screen with a look of pure, unadulterated exhaustion. "He’s not fighting, Jisung. He’s flirting. He’s flirting with the leader of the rival team while we’re on a timer."
"I’m nearby, trying to locate the thumb drive " Hyunjin snapped through the earpiece. "I'll hurry up and try to intercept whatever this is. I am not letting Bang Chan charm our Sunshine. He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing!"
"Actually," Seungmin sighed, watching the two dots on the screen practically merge into one. "I think the wolf just walked into a trap. And the trap is covered in silver glitter."
Chan’s grip tightened, his thumb tracing a slow, possessive arc over the skin of Felix’s hip. The music around them seemed to fade into a dull throb, leaving only the sharp, electric reality of Felix’s eyes and the way his breath was fanning against Chan's neck. Chan was seconds away from dragging him toward the private corridors - mission be damned - when the world came crashing back in.
"Lix! I found it!"
The voice was like a foghorn in a library.
Chan jumped, his hands flying off Felix as if he’d been burned. He spun around to find Changbin skidding to a halt beside them, looking triumphant. He wasn't holding a weapon or a stolen drive; he was holding two glowing, neon-green plastic cups filled with something that smelled like electric blue raspberry and poor life choices.
"They have the slushie machine running in the VIP lounge!" Changbin shouted, shoving one of the drinks into Felix’s hand. "It’s got popping candy in it! You have to try it before the beat drops again, we still have some dance moves to perfect!"
Felix’s face lit up with a radiance that actually made Chan squint. "Popping candy?! Binnie-hyung, you’re a genius!"
The sheer whiplash of the moment left Chan reeling. He went from being a dark, brooding predator to feeling like a third wheel at a middle school field trip.
"Changbin," Chan growled, his voice tight with frustration. "I told you to report to Minho."
"I did!" Changbin said, taking a massive gulp of his neon slushie. "He told me to go play in traffic because he was busy 'working.' So I went to the bar. Then I remembered Felix liked sweet things, so.."
Bzzzt.
Chan’s earpiece crackled with a sound that could only be described as Minho’s "I’m-about-to-murder-someone" tone.
"Chan. If you don't get your ass to the server room in thirty seconds to help me with this dual-encryption lock, I am going to leave you here and tell the Board you were distracted by a sparkly Australian. Move. Now."
Chan closed his eyes, let out a long, suffering breath, and looked back at Felix. The younger boy was currently giggling as the popping candy exploded in his mouth, leaning his head against Changbin’s bicep to show him something on his phone.
Felix looked up, catching Chan’s gaze. He didn't look intimidated. He looked... amused. He licked a stray drop of blue slushie off his bottom lip, a slow, deliberate movement that made Chan’s brain short-circuit for the second time that night.
"Duty calls, Chan-ssi," Felix teased, blowing a hand kiss just to see the muscle in Chan’s jaw twitch. "Don't let us keep you from your boring spy stuff. Binnie and I have a dance floor to reclaim."
"This isn't over," Chan muttered, leaning in one last time, his voice a low promise. "Stay where I can see you, Felix. I mean it."
"I'm hard to miss!" Felix chirped, waving a glittery hand as Chan turned on his heel and marched toward the back of the club, looking like he wanted to punch a wall.
As soon as Chan was gone, Changbin exhaled a long breath, his shoulders relaxing. "Man, he’s in a mood tonight. He usually isn't that intense unless someone's trying to blow up a building."
Felix took another sip of his drink, watching Chan’s retreating back with a thoughtful hum. "He’s just... dedicated. So, Binnie-hyung! About that transition? You’re definitely rushing the count on the second eight-beat."
"I am not!" Changbin protested, though he was already grinning. "Show me. But if I get it right, you have to tell me how Team Sunshine gets their hair so shiny. Minho’s been using some weird charcoal shampoo and it’s making the bathroom smell like a campfire."
Felix laughed, a bright, genuine sound that cut through the manufactured gloom of the club. He hooked his arm through Changbin’s, pulling him back toward the centre of the neon lights.
Over the next hour, the rivalry officially dissolved into a puddle of blue raspberry slushie. While their respective teams were sweating over firewalls and security patrols, Felix and Changbin were forging a bond that would soon become the bane of everyone else's existence.
"Wait, wait," Felix gasped, leaning on Changbin’s shoulder as they took a breather. "You actually like dark concepts? But you’re so... squishy!"
"I am not squishy! I am dark! I am the shadows!" Changbin insisted, despite the fact that he was currently holding Felix’s glittery phone and trying to find the best lighting for a selfie. "I just... happen to like aegyo. It’s a sub-genre of darkness."
"I love that for us," Felix decided, pulling Changbin into a frame and snapping a photo of them both sticking their tongues out. "I'm sending this to you. Give me your number. For... uh... tactical intelligence reasons."
"Obviously," Changbin nodded solemnly, punching his digits into Felix's phone. "We need to coordinate our... scouting missions. Like that 24-hour gym in District 4. It has a great juice bar."
"Tactical protein," Felix agreed, his eyes sparkling.
High above them, Minho looked over the balcony railing, his eyes narrowing as he saw the flash of the camera. He tapped his comms.
"Chan," Minho said, his voice flat. "Our 'muscle' is currently taking filtered selfies with the enemy's 'Face.' I’m about five seconds away from throwing a flashbang into the middle of their bonding session."
"Don't," Chan’s voice came back instantly, sounding exhausted and strangely strained. "Just... let them. I need to know where Felix is at all times anyway. If he’s with Changbin, he’s not... getting into trouble with anyone else."
"He’s getting into plenty of trouble, Chan," Minho drawled. "He just made Changbin do a heart-sign at the camera. Your dignity is dying a slow death."
Chan didn't respond, but the sound of a heavy sigh over the comms was enough.
The slushie machine, it turned out, was merely the gateway drug.
By the time the clock struck 2:00 AM, the tactical scouting that Felix was supposed to do had devolved into something much more chaotic. Felix and Changbin had moved from the dance floor to a plush, velvet-lined booth in a corner of the club that was tucked just far enough away to feel private, but close enough to the speakers that the bass made the ice in their glasses rattle.
"You know what's wrong with this industry?" Changbin said, his voice slightly louder than necessary as he gestured wildly with a skewer of fruit he’d liberated from the VIP buffet. "Too much brooding. Everyone’s always like, 'Oh, I’m a spy, I have secrets, I wear black.' It’s exhausting, Lix. It’s bad for the skin."
Felix giggled, his head lolling back against the velvet. He was currently on his third - or maybe fourth - speciality cocktail. It was something pink, topped with an edible flower that he had already tried to feed to Changbin. "Exactly! Why can't we just... share the drives? Like a library! We could have a sign-out sheet."
"A sign-out sheet!" Changbin slapped the table, the sound lost in a heavy snare hit from the DJ’s set. "Lix, you’re a visionary. You’re a light in the dark. Literally. Why are you so sparkly? Did you fall in a craft store?"
"It’s a lifestyle," Felix whispered conspiratorially, leaning in so close that his forehead bumped against Changbin’s. "Jisung says I leave a trail like a snail, but, you know... pretty."
Changbin let out a wheezing laugh, his eyes disappearing into crescents. "A pretty snail. I like it. My team is so boring. Chan-hyung just stares at monitors until his eyes bleed. Minho-hyung spends all his money on cat grass and knives. And Jeongin? That kid is scary. I saw him eat a lemon whole once. Without blinking."
Felix gasped, horrified. "A whole lemon? We have to save you, Binnie-hyung. You need more... sunshine."
"I have you now," Changbin declared, throwing a heavy arm around Felix’s shoulders and pulling him into a lopsided hug. "You’re my new bestie. If anyone tries to sabotage you, they have to go through these." He flexed his bicep, which was currently straining the seams of his leather vest.
Felix poked the muscle with a glittery finger, fascinated. "It’s like a rock. How many eggs do you eat? Is it a lot? I bet it’s a lot."
"So many eggs, Lix. So many."
While they were busy discussing the merits of protein-to-carb ratios and the best way to do a TikTok transition in combat boots, the comms in Felix’s ear were becoming a source of pure comedy.
"Felix, please," Jisung’s voice crackled, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. "Hyunjin is trying to climb through the air vents because he thinks Changbin is 'crushing your delicate spirit.' Tell him you’re okay before he gets stuck. Again."
Felix fumbled for his hidden mic, his fingers clumsy. "J-Jisungie! Tell Hyunjinnie to stay in the hole. Binnie is great. He has... he has soft eyes. Like a boba pearl."
There was a long silence on the other end.
"A boba pearl," Seungmin’s voice came through, flat and deadpan. "Great. Our lead infiltrator is currently comparing the rival team's deadliest enforcer to a tapioca ball. We are failing as an organisation."
"I’m not in a hole!" Hyunjin’s muffled voice shrieked in the background. "It’s a ventilation shaft! It’s sophisticated!"
Felix ignored them, turning his attention back to Changbin, who was currently trying to teach him a secret Team Eclipse handshake that mostly involved a lot of aggressive fist-bumping.
"Wait, wait," Felix said, his eyes widening as a new song started - a heavy, rhythmic hip-hop track with a relentless beat. "This is it! The dance-off song! Binnie, if we do the floor-work together, we’ll break the club."
"Let's break it," Changbin grinned, his face flushed from the alcohol and the adrenaline.
They scrambled out of the booth, stumbling slightly before catching each other. They made it back to the centre of the floor just as the lights shifted to a frantic, strobing red.
Felix was a blur of lace and glitter, his movements becoming more fluid and daring as the alcohol lowered his inhibitions. He wasn't just dancing; he was performing. He dropped into a split, popped back up with a body roll that made half the room stop to stare, and then circled Changbin like a golden moth around a flame.
Changbin kept up, his power-based style providing the perfect anchor for Felix’s ethereal energy. They were perfectly in sync, two rivals who had completely forgotten they were supposed to be on opposite sides of a shadow war.
Chan, who had finally finished the encryption bypass with a very cranky Minho, walked back out onto the balcony just in time to see the finale.
He froze.
From his vantage point, he saw Felix drop his head back, his blonde hair flying, as Changbin caught him by the waist to help him through a dramatic dip. Felix was laughing, his face glowing with pure, unadulterated joy, looking up at Changbin with an expression of total trust.
Chan’s hand gripped the railing so hard the metal groaned. He knew it was just the alcohol. He knew it was just Felix being Felix. But seeing someone else’s hands on that narrow waist - even if it was his own best friend - sent a jolt of possessive heat through him that he couldn't suppress. He knew Felix wasn't his - they weren't even friends - but oh how the blonde angel tempted him when they ran into each other.
"They look like they're having fun," Jeongin remarked, appearing at Chan's side with a smirk. "Should I go down and join them? I’ve been practicing my footwork."
"Touch him and you're fired," Chan snapped, his eyes fixed on the way Felix was now clinging to Changbin’s arm, breathless and grinning.
"Touch Felix? Or touch Changbin?" Jeongin asked innocently.
Chan didn't answer. He turned to Minho, who was calmly wiping a smudge off his combat knife. "We're done here. The drive is secure. Extract Changbin. I’ll... I’ll handle the Sunshine."
"Good luck with that," Minho drolled. "He looks like he’s about to start a conga line, and Changbin looks like he’s ready to lead it."
On the dance floor, Felix and Changbin were currently attempting to see who could do the most powerful body roll, a competition that involved a lot of dramatic grunting from Changbin and a lot of giggling from Felix.
"Binnie! We're - we're like a duo," Felix gasped, leaning heavily against Changbin’s chest, his silver glitter now transferred onto the older man’s black leather vest. "Like... Batman and Robin. But with better outfits."
"I'm Batman," Changbin declared, swaying slightly. "Because I'm dark. And I have muscles."
"Then I'm the glittery Robin," Felix decided, nodding solemnly. "Hey, hey, Binnie... you should come home with me. We have... we have face masks. And Jisung has a projector. We can watch cartoons and eat cereal at 4 AM."
"Cereal?" Changbin’s eyes lit up. "I love cereal. It's got carbs. I need carbs for the gains."
"It’s a sleepover!" Felix cheered, throwing his arms around Changbin’s neck. "A tactical sleepover!"
Before Changbin could agree to desert his post for the promise of Fruit Loops and skincare, a hand - cold, firm, and distinctly lacking in glitter - clapped onto the back of Felix’s sheer lace collar.
"The only thing tactical about this is the retreat I’m about to force you into," a flat, monotone voice drifted over the music.
Felix spun around, his head spinning faster than his body. "Seungminnie! My favorite sniper! Look! I found a bestie! He’s a Batman!"
Seungmin looked like he had aged ten years in the last four hours. He was wearing his civilian undercover gear - a simple black turtleneck and trench coat - but his expression was that of a weary kindergarten teacher at the end of a very long field trip. Behind him, Jisung was hovering, looking nervously at the VIP balcony where he knew Chan was watching.
"He’s a rival agent, Felix," Seungmin said, grabbing Felix’s arm and tucking it firmly under his own to keep the younger boy upright. "And you are three seconds away from a very public incident report."
"He's not a rival, he's a boba pearl!" Felix protested, pouting as Seungmin began to haul him toward the exit. "Binnie! Tell him! Tell him you're coming over!"
Changbin, who was also a fair bit past the legal limit for tactical operations, started to follow them. "Yeah! Wait! I need to know about the cereal selection!"
"Stay," Seungmin barked at Changbin, pointing a finger like he was training a dog.
Changbin actually stopped in his tracks, blinking. "Woah. He's scary. No wonder you guys win the contracts."
"Binnie!" Felix wailed, reaching out a hand as Seungmin practically dragged him through the crowd. "Don't listen to him! He’s just grumpy because he hasn't had his coffee! Bring your pyjamas! The ones with the little weights on them you told me about before! I need to see them!"
From the balcony, Chan watched the scene with a mixture of relief and burning irritation. He saw Seungmin - Team Sunshine’s most reliable member - efficiently neutralising the situation. He saw Felix being hoisted up and half-carried, his legs kicking out as he continued to shout invitations to Changbin.
But mostly, Chan saw the way Felix’s lace top had ridden up, exposing the pale, smooth skin of his back to the entire club.
"Minho," Chan said, his voice tight. "Grab Changbin before he actually follows them to their safehouse. If I find out he’s sleeping on a couch with that boy tonight, I’m revoking his gym membership."
"On it," Minho sighed, already moving down the stairs. "But for the record, I think a sleepover would be funny. I’d love to see Seungmin try to handle two of them."
Outside, the cold night air hit Felix like a physical weight. Seungmin didn't let go, marching him straight to the black van where Hyunjin was waiting by the open sliding door, looking frantic.
"Is he okay? Did they hurt him? Did Chan do something?" Hyunjin asked, hovering as Seungmin dumped Felix onto the cushioned bench seat.
"The only thing hurt is our reputation," Seungmin muttered, sliding in after him. "He’s drunk, he’s covered in Seo Changbin’s pheromones, and he’s currently trying to host a summit for rival agents in our living room."
Felix flopped over, his head landing in Hyunjin’s lap. He looked up at the ceiling of the van, his eyes hazy but bright. "He's my bestie, Jinnie. He’s so strong. He carried me. And Chan-ssi... he smelled so good. Like... like a forest that wants to eat me."
Jisung, jumping into the driver's seat, paused with his hand on the ignition. "A forest that wants to eat you? Felix, that is a very specific, very alarming metaphor."
"He’s hot," Felix mumbled, closing his eyes as the van peeled away from the curb. "And Binnie is coming over. I gave him the address. Or I gave him a sticker. I think I gave him a sticker with the address on it."
Seungmin put his head in his hands. "Jisung, drive. Drive fast. Before the 'Batman' shows up at our door with a sleeping bag."
As the van sped through the neon-lit streets, Felix fell into a shallow, glittery sleep, dreaming of muscle-bound besties and rival leaders with dark eyes - completely unaware that back at the club, Bang Chan was currently staring at a silver-glitter smudge on his own palm, wondering how the hell his professional life had just been derailed by the glittery sunshine named Felix.