Chapter Text
song of the chapter : OXOX - Dutch Melrose, Lost Boy
I kinda like the tension
That red light
Green light
Go away
But give me your affection
It's been a week since the last time Felix swore he'd stop letting Hyunjin get under his skin. The confidence he'd walked around with ever since had slowly returned, but one thing definitely didn’t change. He hadn't expected it to become this addictive.
Pulling Hyunjin aside with nothing more than a look, watching the smug grin spread across his face before the inevitable chase began. Felix would roll his eyes, throw a sarcastic comment over his shoulder, and walk away like he wasn't waiting for Hyunjin to follow.
And fuck, Hyunjin always take the bait.
The library. Empty lecture halls. Behind the sports centre. A deserted classroom. More than once in the gym lockers. And now...
The showers.
Somewhere along the way, it turned into an unspoken game. Felix teased, Hyunjin chased. Felix pretended to say no just long enough to make Hyunjin work for it, and Hyunjin never backed down. He always gave in to Felix's rules, even while pretending he was the one in control. Neither of them ever talked about it afterward. Felix never let himself wonder whether this was more than a stupid crush, and Hyunjin never brought it up either. Outside of their little game, nothing really changed. They still bickered every day, still exchanged sarcastic remarks in class, still acted like they barely tolerated each other whenever their friends were around. The only difference was that somehow, they always found themselves alone together before the day was over. At this point, Felix wasn't even sure whose fault that was anymore.
With his legs wrapped around Hyunjin’s waist, Felix braces himself on the wall and ignores the hot water steaming the bathroom. The glass wall at his back is slippery but he’s pinned between it and Hyunjin. Hyunjin, who has a tight grip on his waist and drives up into him with such hard, unforgiving thrusts that Felix’s vision keeps wavering.
“Shit,” he hisses, his back arching as he digs his other hand into Hyunjin’s shoulder.
The air is thick with steam, it’s hard to breathe but Felix kind of loves it. He loves the sweat, the steam, the sounds of Hyunjin just barely holding himself back, the water beating against Hyunjin’s back. Funny how he thought the last time was actually the last time. Now he’s here, legs wrapped around Hyunjin, being carried and fucked against the shower wall and he can’t imagine ever wanting to do anything else. His head dips down and meets Hyunjin’s halfway for a kiss. Felix lets the wall go and clings to Hyunjin, lips taking hungrily and god he thinks he won’t survive these days without Hyunjin’s tongue down his throat.
He loves every noise Hyunjin makes, the strangled noise that comes out when he scratches Hyunjin’s skin, the impatient moan when Felix grinds just right. It’s not just Felix losing his mind, he knows damn well that Hyunjin is too, every single time they do this. Felix pulls back, he can’t breathe, he’s panting hard and every move Hyunjin makes wrenches him that much closer to a blissful end. He’s holding on for dear life, fingers digging into the wet, smooth surface of Hyunjin’s skin. He tilts his head back and gasps at the feeling coursing through him.
“Hyune…” he pants, desperate and pleading. “Hyun—jin-”
“Feels good?” Hyunjin chuckles breathlessly.
Felix scratches his back in revenge and feels a small thrill when the other grunts in pain.
“Say please,” Hyunjin says. Felix can feel his smirk against his neck and in any other circumstance he might slap his face but he’s so damn close to the end that he’ll do just about anything.
“Please,” he begs. “Please, Hyunjin!” Hyunjin pulls out and Felix almost screams. He’s placed back on his feet and whipped around until his chest is pressed against the shower wall. Felix barely has the time to brace himself before Hyunjin thrusts back in, one hand on his hip and the other sliding up Felix’s chest to hold onto his throat. Felix almost loses it immediately. He feels Hyunjin’s hand grip his throat, hard enough to leave some marks. The other hand stroking his neglected weeping cock and Felix cums with a choking sob. It was all he’d needed to push him over the edge. His hands slip along the glass wall, barely holding himself up when he feels Hyunjin follow suit with a barely suppressed moan.
The shower water continues to run, steam filled room making it somehow harder to breathe as both Hyunjin and Felix slowly come to.
It’s Hyunjin who breaks the silence first when he looks at the running water and chuckles.
“Well,” he says, his hand sliding along Felix’s back. “New place unlocked, what’s next?”
Felix roll his eyes and slap his shoulder. "Shut up, now leave me alone I need to actually clean up."
Hyunjin stares at him in disbelief and clicks his tongue. "Whatever, Blondie." He takes one final look, scanning him from head to toe with a smirk, and Felix immediately shows him his middle finger. Hyunjin shakes his head, amused, and steps out of the shower to grab a towel.
As the older boy slides the towel around his waist, he notes that the locker room is still entirely empty. Unsurprisingly, it’s late; only his and Felix’s gear remain on the bench. Hyunjin pulls on his boxers and starts drying his hair. As he does, the distinct text tone of a pink flip phone echoes through the room. He turns his head toward the sound, shrugs, and slips on his shirt. When it beeps a second time, his curiosity gets the better of him. Hyunjin looks over his shoulder to ensure the coast is clear; he can still hear Felix humming a pussycat dolls song in the shower. He rolls his eyes. "He really thinks he can sing," he mutters to himself.
Sitting down on the bench, he snatches up the phone. Felix would kill him on the spot if he witnessed this. Hyunjin flips the phone open, raising an eyebrow at the sight of four unread messages from a certain Mingyu. Shamelessly, he opens the thread and reads.
Mingyu
Hey Felix!
I was thinking, would you like to come to Chan’s party with me tomorrow?
I’d love to spend some time with you
;-)
Hyunjin lets out a soft laugh and shakes his head. He glances toward the showers again, and hearing Felix's annoying humming still going strong, he looks back down at the screen and starts typing.
Felix
Hey
Nah sorry, I’m going with Hyunjinnie
Actually, don’t bother asking me out anymore I’m not interested
Sozzz! ^^ :*
A satisfied smile plays on his lips. The moment he hears the shower door open, he hurriedly drops the pink phone back onto the bench and lunges for his gray sweatpants. He looks up just as Felix walks into the locker area, offering him a brilliant smile.
"Chan’s throwing a party tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at nine."
Felix scoffs, letting his towel drop to the floor. He pulls on his underwear and a pair of tiny shorts. "Who said I wanna go with you, dickface?"
Hyunjin swings his backpack over his shoulder and steps directly into Felix's space. He gives his ass a playful squeeze and plants a quick kiss on his cheek. "Because you love me. See you tomorrow, princess!"
"Ew! In your dreams, douchebag!" Felix calls after him, though a smirk tugs at his lips the moment Hyunjin is out of sight. He bites the tip of his finger, tilting his head as his mind immediately starts racing through outfit choices.
He’s just pulling on his crop top and jacket when the sudden chime of his phone startles him. He picks it up, his brow furrowing as he reads Mingyu’s replies.
Mingyu
Uh???
Lol, okay I guess
I wasn’t interested either anyway
Bye
Felix frowns, muttering a confused, "What is this guy even talking about?" He scrolls up to check the rest of the chat, his eyes widening in pure horror as he realizes Hyunjin text-sabotaged him while he was showering.
Furious, he lets out a feral scream that echoes through the empty building: “HWANG HYUNJIIIINNNNNN!!!!!!!"
That push that pull that force that draws me into your direction
That dissonant connection
Hope you get, get, get the message
The next morning, the campus courtyard is bathed in crisp sunlight. Chan and Changbin are leaned up against a concrete planter, looking like a walking Hot Topic catalog in their oversized band tees, distressed denim, and chipped black nail polish. Hyunjin, wearing a faded Thrasher hoodie and very dark jeans, is effortlessly balancing on his skateboard, doing tiny kickturns in place.
"The keg is already sorted," Chan says, adjusting his lip ring. "But we need someone to bring the solo cups and the aux cord. My iPod Classic is loaded with the new Pierce the Veil album, so-"
Before Chan can finish, a flash of neon pink and platinum blonde cuts through the sea of dreary campus hoodies. It’s Felix, the undisputed princess of the university, rocking a velvet Juicy Couture track jacket, a tiny pleated skirt, and oversized white sunglasses perched on his head. He looks entirely out of place in the rock-emo crowd, and he absolutely loves it.
Hyunjin spots him instantly. A smug smirk spreads across his face. He kicks his board up into his hand, leans against it, and gives a lazy wave. "Morning, princess."
SMACK!
The sound of Felix’s palm connecting with Hyunjin’s cheek echoes across the garden. Chan and Changbin instantly recoil, letting out a synchronized, "Ouuuuuuhhhh!"
Hyunjin doesn't even flinch. He just tilts his head, slowly bringing a hand up to touch his burning, reddening cheek. He locks eyes with Felix, clicks his tongue, and glares with pure heat. "Careful. I almost moaned."
Felix’s jaw drops in offense, and he immediately slaps Hyunjin’s arm next. "Why did you use my phone yesterday, you freak?! I don’t want to go to that party with you, douchebag! You totally ruined things with Mingyu!"
Hyunjin just chuckles, the sound low and raspy. He steps closer, completely invading Felix’s personal space, and gently reaches out to tuck a stray strand of bleached blonde hair behind Felix’s ear. "Baby, you will be coming with me. Right, Chan?"
Hyunjin glances over his shoulder. Chan, ever the neutral party leader, just shrugs and raises his hands. "I mean, as long as you guys are both coming! It’s gonna be epic!" Felix rolls his eyes so hard it looks painful, aggressively mimicking Chan in a high-pitched voice: "‘It’s gonna be epic!’ Fuck you all!"
Hoping to rile Hyunjin up, Felix abruptly turns his attention to Changbin. He steps into Changbin's space, winks seductively, and runs a manicured hand down Changbin’s bicep. "You’re so muscular, Changbinnie... that’s so hot. I hope I’ll see you tonight!" Without breaking eye contact with a suddenly tense Hyunjin, Felix pops a bright pink Chupa Chups lollipop into his mouth, sucks on it loudly, and turns on his heel. He struts away, making absolutely sure to sway his hips. Hyunjin’s smirk vanishes, his eyebrows knitting into a furious scowl. He glares at Changbin, who is already doubling over, laughing his absolute ass off.
"Oh, Hyunjinnie..." Changbin wheezes, wiping a fake tear from his eye. "Careful, I might just steal that blondie from you!" Hyunjin aggressively flips him off. "In your dreams, short stack."
That little white dress
That you wear cuz I like it
It's so not fair
Hyunjin spend the rest of the day stewing. He knows Felix is just being a brat, but the thought of Felix looking at anyone else makes his blood boil. He needs to secure his date for tonight. Around 3:00 PM, Hyunjin is skating past the campus cafe when he spots a tragic sight: Felix, sitting at an outdoor table, giggling with some guy from the soccer team who is wearing a popped-collar polo shirt. The guy is leaning in, clearly trying to flirt. Hyunjin tracks them like a hawk. He skates right up to the edge of the patio, intentionally stomping on the tail of his board so it pops up with a loud CLACK against the concrete, interrupting the guy mid-sentence.
"Oh, hey Felix," Hyunjin says smoothly, resting his hands on his hips. "Funny running into you. Did you get my texts about tonight?"
Felix snaps his head around, his eyes narrowing. "I blocked your number, Hwang."
"Good thing I know where your dorm room is," Hyunjin replies without missing a beat, flashing a devastating smile. He then turns to the soccer player, looking him up and down with blatant disgust. "Hey man, nice shirt. Did your mom pick it out for you?"
"Excuse me?" the guy says, standing up.
"Hyunjin, go away!" Felix squeaks, slamming his hands on the table. "You're ruining my vibe!"
"Can't do that, princess. I'm your ride tonight," Hyunjin says. He casually leans over, snatches the soccer player's iced coffee right out of his hand, takes a loud sip through the straw, and sets it back down. "See you at nine, Lix. Wear something short. Or don't, I'll probably rip it off anyway."
Before Felix can throw his pastry at him, Hyunjin drops his board, pushes off, and skates away backwards, giving Felix a cheeky wink.
"I HATE YOU!" Felix screams across the quad, his face turning as pink as his track jacket.
You're so fuckin' precious
Give you all my O's and X's
By the time 9:00pm rolls around, Felix is in his dorm room, absolutely furious but looking undeniably perfect. He’s wearing a tight, striped cropped sweater, low-rise skinny jeans with a sparkly belt, and enough lip gloss to coat a highway.
"I'm not going. I'm staying home," Felix mutters to himself, staring at his pink flip phone. He checks his texts. Nothing from Hyunjin. Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at his second-story window. Felix gasps, rushing over and throwing the window open. There is Hyunjin, precariously balancing on the fire escape, wearing a blue denim jacket covered in safety pins and punk patches. He has a single, slightly crushed red rose between his teeth.
"Are you insane?!" Felix yells. "Use the door!"
Hyunjin spits the rose into his hand and grins, leaning against the window frame. "Doors are for losers. You look hot, by the way. Love the lip gloss."
"I told you I'm not going with you!" Felix snaps, crossing his arms and pouting, his lower lip trembling in a classic bratty display. Hyunjin sighs dramatically, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, shiny object. He jingles it. It’s a brand-new, limited-edition Swarovski crystal phone charm– a little pink bow.
Felix’s eyes instantly go wide. His breath hitches. "Is that...?"
"Found it at the mall," Hyunjin lies smoothly (he actually spent three hours searching for it online on one of the available computer at the university's library). "I was gonna give it to you, but since you're staying home..." He makes a motion to throw it over the railing.
"NO!" Felix shrieks, lunging out the window and grabbing Hyunjin’s wrist. He snatches the charm out of his hand, immediately clipping it onto his pink flip phone with a squeal of delight. Hyunjin uses the momentum to wrap his arms around Felix’s waist, pulling the smaller boy flush against his chest right there on the fire escape. "Gotcha," Hyunjin whispers, his voice dropping an octave, a triumphant smirk on his lips. Felix blushes furiously, his hands resting on Hyunjin’s leather-clad shoulders. He tries to look mad, but the sparkly phone charm in his hand makes it impossible.
"You're an asshole," Felix whispers, tilting his chin up defiantly.
"Yeah," Hyunjin agrees, leaning down until their lips are barely a millimeter apart. "But I'm your asshole. Now let's go, Chan's probably already drunk."
When I'm 'round you'rе never gonna have a bad night, no
Give it to ya good
With the double XO
The bass from Chan’s speakers is loud enough to rattle the cheap wood framing of the house, blasting The All-American Rejects into the humid, beer-scented air.
Hyunjin and Felix practically kick the front door open, an aura of mutual irritation radiating off them. Felix struts in first, hip-swaying turned up to an eleven, while Hyunjin follows a step behind, looking effortlessly detached but keeping his eyes locked onto the back of Felix’s neck.
"Don't touch me, I'm going to find people who actually have a fashion sense," Felix huffs, tossing his bleached hair.
"Have fun, princess. Try not to trip on your own ego," Hyunjin fires back, though his hand lingers on the small of Felix’s back for just a second too long before they split. Felix immediately spots his safe haven across the crowded living room. Jeongin is sitting on the couch, wearing a pink oversized hoodie, practically attached at the hip to Seungmin, who is nursing a single red solo cup and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else on Earth. Minho, Felix’s oldest friend, is leaning against the armrest, looking devastatingly sharp in a striped cardigan and an expression of pure, unbothered judgment.
"Lixie!" Jeongin squeals, jumping up to hug him. "Oh my god, the Juicy jacket? Icon behavior."
"I know, right?" Felix beams, immediately melting into his circle. "You guys won’t believe the day I’ve had. Hwang is a literal psychopath."
"We saw you walk in together," Seungmin notes dryly, checking his watch. "Took you long enough. Did you guys stop to argue or just aggressively make out in an alley?"
Before Felix can defend his honor, a tall guy with a backward cap and a varsity jacket-definitely another soccer player-veers into their orbit. He positions himself directly next to Felix, leaning against the wall with a try-hard smirk. "Hey. You're Felix, right? The guy from the quad earlier? I'm Juyeon." Felix’s internal radar instantly pings. He glances over his shoulder. Across the room, by the kitchen pass-through, Hyunjin is standing with Chan and Changbin. He’s holding a beer, but his head is tilted, his dark eyes fixed entirely on Felix.
Oh, it is so on.
"Hi, Juyeon," Felix purrs, his voice dropping an octave as he steps right into the guy's personal space. He places a manicured hand on Juyeon’s chest, twirling the new Swarovski crystal bow charm on his phone. "Yeah, I remember you. You have... great posture." Juyeon beams, completely taking the bait, while Minho rolls his eyes so hard he nearly falls off the couch.
On the other side of the room, Paramore has started playing. Hyunjin grips his beer bottle so tightly the glass practically groans. He watches Felix giggle at whatever nonsense the varsity jacket guy is spouting.
"Man, if you stare any harder, you’re gonna set his track jacket on fire," Changbin chuckles, taking a swing of his own drink.
"I'm not staring," Hyunjin grumbles, tearing his eyes away and running a hand through his dark, messy hair.
"Hey, Hyunjin!"
Hyunjin blinks, turning to see a boy with wide, doe eyes and a bright, energetic smile weaving through the crowd. It’s Jisung, the guy who always sits next to him in photography class and frequently forgets his own memory cards. He’s wearing a loose flannel over a band tee, looking cute as ever.
"Jisung, hey," Hyunjin says, his mood instantly shifting into tactical execution. He notices Felix’s eyes darting over to him out of the corner of his eye.
"I didn't know you were coming!" Jisung says, bouncing slightly on his heels. "Chan's playlist is actually so good tonight. Have you heard the new Pierce the Veil track?"
"Loud and clear," Hyunjin says smoothly. He takes a step closer to Jisung, flashing his most devastating, lazy smile. Without warning, he throws a heavy arm around Jisung’s shoulders, pulling him flush against his side. "Actually, I was hoping I’d run into you tonight, Hanji. You look cute." Jisung blinks, a little startled by the sudden affection, but he’s naturally playful and entirely chaotic. He laughs, leaning into Hyunjin’s side and looking up at him through his bangs. "Oh, really? Just cute? I thought I was gorgeous." Jisung glances across the room, catches sight of Felix practically burning a hole through them with his gaze, and instantly understands the assignment. A mischievous glint flashes in Jisung’s eyes. He reaches up, patting Hyunjin’s cheek, and then boldly stands on his tiptoes to plant a loud, dramatic kiss right on Hyunjin's cheekbone. "There. Now you’re marked."
Hyunjin chuckles, but his eyes instantly shoot back to Felix. Felix looks like he’s about to chew through his own bottom lip. His knuckles are white against his pink phone.
"Alright, that’s it," Felix snaps, shoving past Juyeon without a second thought. "We need a distraction. We're playing a game." He storms over to the coffee table in the center of the living room, aggressively clearing away the stray red cups and a bag of stale chips. He slams an empty glass Smirnoff Ice bottle down on the wood.
"Spin the bottle! Right now!" Felix announces loudly, his voice cutting through the chatter.
Chan cheers instantly, always down for party logistics. "Hell yeah! Everyone circle up!"
Within two minutes, a massive circle forms on the floor. By some twisted stroke of fate, or deliberate maneuvering, Hyunjin and Felix end up sitting directly across from each other. Hyunjin sits cross-legged, leaning back on his hands, his face fixed in a challenge. Felix sits with his legs tucked under him, chin held high, looking like a furious pastel doll. Jisung sits right next to Hyunjin, still giggling, while Juyeon hovers awkwardly behind Felix.
"I'll go first to show you rookies how it's done," Minho says smoothly, stepping up to the bottle. He gives it a casual flick.
The bottle spins, slowing down until the neck points directly at... Changbin.
"Oh, absolutely not," Changbin says, backing up on his elbows.
"Get over here, butthead, it's the rules," Minho smirks, entirely unbothered. He leans across the circle, grabs Changbin by the hoodie, and plants a loud, aggressive smack right on his lips.
The room erupts into cheers and groans. But the real comedy happens a second later. Chan, who has been watching from the edge of the circle, suddenly clears his throat. His lip ring twitches. "Well... I mean, if we're just handing them out..." Chan steps into the circle, grabs Minho by the jaw, and pulls him into a sudden, deep kiss. Minho’s eyes widen in surprise, but a smug smirk immediately forms against Chan’s lips as they pull apart. "Leader privilege," Chan grins, tossing his head.
"My turn," Felix interrupts, his voice sharp. He doesn't look at Chan or Minho. He looks right at Hyunjin. Felix grabs the bottle. He doesn't just spin it; he violently twists it, but as it spins, he deliberately nudges it with his foot so that when it slows down, it grinds to a halt pointing directly at Juyeon, who is sitting right next to him.
"Wow, what a coincidence," Felix says, his voice dripping with sweet venom.
Before Juyeon can even process his luck, Felix crawls right over the line. He doesn't just lean in, he straddles Juyeon’s lap right there in the middle of the circle, his tiny shorts riding up. Felix hooks his fingers into the collar of Juyeon’s varsity jacket and pulls him down. It’s not a polite party kiss. Felix goes all in, parting his lips and dragging his tongue along Juyeon’s in a loud, messy, hungrily desperate display. Juyeon’s hands instantly find their way to Felix’s waist, sliding down to grip his ass through the thin denim of his shorts. Felix lets out a soft moan, making sure it carries across the quieted room.
Across the circle, the temperature drops below freezing.
Hyunjin’s smirk is completely gone. His jaw is clenched so tight a muscle leaps in his cheek. He watches Juyeon’s hands on Felix’s ass, and his dark eyes turn entirely pitch black. Without breaking eye contact with the spectacle, Hyunjin raises his beer, chugs the entire remaining half of the bottle in one massive, aggressive gulp, and slams the empty glass onto the floor with a loud thud. He runs a hand fiercely through his long, dark hair, throwing it back from his face, his chest rising and falling in heavy, irritated breaths. He is visibly boiling. Felix finally pulls away from Juyeon, very slowly. He licks his gloss-coated lips, a breathless, triumphant smirk on his face. He crawls back to his spot in the circle, smoothing down his Juicy jacket. He tilts his chin up and stares directly across the room. Hyunjin is already staring back, completely unmoving, not laughing, and looking like he’s about to commit a federal crime.
The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a spiked bracelet. Felix sits there, casually adjusting his sparkly belt, acting like he didn't just cause a localized nuclear meltdown in Hyunjin’s brain.
"My turn," Hyunjin says. His voice isn't loud, but it has a rough, gravelly edge to it that makes the hairs on the back of Felix’s neck stand up.
Hyunjin doesn't even look at the bottle. He reaches out, spins it with a violent flick of his wrist, and before it even stops whirring on the hardwood floor, he stands up. He doesn't wait to see who it points to. He locks his eyes on Felix, walks straight across the center of the circle, stepping right over the spinning glass and grabs Felix by the wrist.
"Hey!" Juyeon starts, reaching up, but Hyunjin flashes him a look so savage the soccer player instantly freezes.
"We’re done playing," Hyunjin growls, hoisting Felix to his feet with one fluid, effortless tug.
Felix tries to pull back, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Let go of me, you freak! The game isn’t over-"
"It is for you," Hyunjin mutters, dragging him through the crowded living room. Felix stumbles after him, tossing a desperate, panicked look back at his friends. Jeongin is hiding behind his hands, Seungmin looks thoroughly amused, and Minho just takes a slow sip of his drink, raising his cup in a silent toast of 'good luck, you're on your own.'
Hyunjin kicks open the nearest door, a cluttered laundry room illuminated only by the aggressive neon blue light of a washing machine display, shoves Felix inside, and slams the door shut, locking it with a sharp click.
The second the lock snaps, Felix spins around, his back hitting the vibrating washing machine. "What the hell is your problem, Hwang?! You can't just-"
Hyunjin closes the distance instantly. He traps Felix against the machine, slamming both hands onto the metal on either side of Felix’s head. He is close enough that Felix can taste the bitter edge of the beer on his breath, mixed with the sharp scent of his smoky cologne.
"What is my problem?" Hyunjin echoes, his voice dropping to a low possessive whisper. He leans down, his face inches from Felix's. "You let that generic, popped-collar loser touch you. In front of me. His hands were on your ass, Felix."
"So what?!" Felix fires back, though his breath is hitching, his chest heaving against Hyunjin’s denim jacket. He grips the edges of Hyunjin’s jacket to keep his hands from shaking. "You had your arm all over Jisung! He kissed your cheek! You looked like you loved it!"
"Because I knew you were watching, you idiot!" Hyunjin snaps, his eyes darting down to Felix’s shiny, wet lips, the ones that had just been on someone else. The thought makes a wave of pure, unadulterated jealousy surge through him. "But you went too far. You’re mine to touch. Nobody else gets to do that."
"I'm not yours," Felix whispers defiantly, tilting his chin up, his eyes flashing with a mix of fury and intense, desperate desire. "Prove it."
Hyunjin doesn't waste another second. He grabs Felix by the jaw, his fingers digging into his cheeks, and crashes their lips together. It’s not like the shower the day before, it’s not a tease, it’s not a game. It is a hungry, territorial, bruising collision. Hyunjin bites down on Felix’s lower lip, demanding entry, and Felix lets out a choked, desperate gasp, opening his mouth instantly. Their tongues tangle in a frantic, messy rhythm, driven by pure possessiveness. Hyunjin tastes like beer and cold fury; Felix tastes like sweet strawberry gloss and Juyeon’s lingering presence, which only makes Hyunjin wrap his arms around Felix’s waist and lift him off the floor entirely, slamming him hard against the vibrating laundry machine.
"Hyun-" Felix groans into the kiss, his hands flying up to grip Hyunjin’s long, dark hair, pulling at the strands to force him deeper. He wraps his legs around Hyunjin’s hips instinctively, locking him close. He doesn't care about the party outside, he doesn't care about the bass rattling the door, he just needs Hyunjin to erase every other touch from his skin. Hyunjin breaks the kiss for a fraction of a second, both of them panting like animals, before he buries his face in Felix’s neck. He bites down on the sensitive skin right under Felix's ear, hard enough to elicit a sharp, breathy shriek.
"Ah! Hyunjin, stop-that’s gonna leave a mark-"
"Good," Hyunjin growls against his skin, sucking over the bite until he knows it’ll turn a deep, undeniable purple by tomorrow morning. "Let everyone see it. Let that soccer dickhead see exactly who you belong to."
Felix arches his back, his fingers digging into the safety pins on Hyunjin's jacket, a blissful, ruined sob escaping his throat. "You're an asshole... a psycho..."
"And you're a brat," Hyunjin whispers, his lips moving down to Felix’s collarbone, his hands sliding under the striped cropped sweater, his hot palms searing against Felix’s bare waist.
Felix pulls Hyunjin’s face back up by his hair, his eyes glazed over with dark, heavy lust. "Shut up and kiss me again." Hyunjin smirks, a dark, victorious thing, before devouring his lips all over again, completely losing himself in the humid, chaotic heat of the laundry room.
The washing machine beneath them rattles violently, spinning through a heavy rinse cycle that echoes the chaotic thumping of Felix’s heart. The air in the tiny laundry room is already stifling, smelling faintly of synthetic lavender detergent, stale dust, and the heavy, intoxicating heat of their own skin. Hyunjin doesn’t just kiss him; he consumes him. His mouth slides from Felix’s lips down to his jawline, biting a punishing trail down the smooth column of his throat. Every press of Hyunjin’s teeth is on purpose, a physical rebranding meant to scrub away the lingering ghost of anyone else’s touch.
"Hyunjin, please," Felix pants, his voice cracking on a desperate note. He arches his back off the vibrating metal appliance, his fingers tangling blindly in the thick, dark strands of Hyunjin’s hair, pulling him closer even as he complains. "Someone’s going to… they’re going to try and open the door, you idiot-"
"Let them," Hyunjin growls against his pulse point. He shifts his weight, pressing his entire front flush against Felix, pinning him so securely that Felix can feel the hard, rigid line of Hyunjin’s desire burning right through his tiny pleated jeans. "Let them walk in. Let the whole damn house see what happens when you play stupid games." Hyunjin’s hands slide down from Felix’s waist, mapping the curve of his hips before his fingers hook aggressively into the waistband of Felix’s low-rise jeans and underwear. With one heavy, possessive hoist, he lifts Felix higher onto the washing machine.
"You're insane," Felix whispers, his vision blurring as Hyunjin’s thumb swipes roughly across his lower lip, smearing the remnants of his sticky strawberry lip gloss across his cheek. "You're a literal psychopath."
"And you're a tease," Hyunjin fires back, his dark eyes flashing with a hungry intensity that makes Felix’s stomach do a violent flip. Hyunjin leans in until their noses brush, his breath hot and ragged. "You sat on his lap. You let him put his hands on what's mine, Lix. Do you have any idea what that did to me?"
"You weren't doing anything!" Felix yells back, his bratty defense flaring up despite the way his thighs are trembling against Hyunjin’s hips. "You were too busy letting Han Jisung touch your face! You looked like a dumb, happy dog! I wanted to wipe that stupid smirk right off your mouth!" A low, dark chuckle rumbles in Hyunjin’s chest, the sound rough and utterly victorious. "So you admit it. You were jealous."
"I was not!"
"You were," Hyunjin insists, his voice dropping to a gravelly, authoritative purr. He grips Felix’s chin tightly, forcing him to look directly into his eyes. "You practically swallowed that guy whole just to get a reaction out of me. Well, congratulations, princess. You got it. Now you have to deal with it."
Before Felix can launch into another high-pitched denial, Hyunjin shuts him up by slamming their mouths together again. This time, the anger melts into pure hunger. Hyunjin’s tongue slides deep into Felix’s mouth, claiming him with a fierce, rhythmic desperation that leaves Felix completely breathless. Felix whimpers into the kiss, his hands abandoning Hyunjin’s hair to frantically tear at the safety pins and punk patches of Hyunjin’s denim jacket, wanting the heavy fabric out of the way, wanting to feel the smooth, burning heat of Hyunjin’s shoulders beneath his palms.
The jacket hits the dirty linoleum floor with a heavy thud. Felix wraps his legs tightly around Hyunjin’s waist, locking his ankles behind Hyunjin’s back, pulling himself so close that there isn’t a single millimeter of space left between them. He grinds his hips forward instinctively, a desperate, pleading friction that elicits a loud, strangled groan from the back of Hyunjin’s throat.
"F-Fuck, Lix," Hyunjin gasps, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second to bury his face in the crook of Felix’s neck. His hands grip the undersides of Felix’s thighs, holding him up against the machine as he drives his hips back against him in a heavy, rolling motion.
The friction through their layers of clothes is agonizingly perfect. Felix tilts his head back, his knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the vibrating washing machine. A breathless, broken sob escapes his lips, his chest heaving under his striped cropped sweater.
"Hyunjin… right there… don't stop," Felix begs, entirely losing his grip on his usual bratty persona. His eyes are glazed over with pure, unyielding lust, staring blindly at the flickering neon blue light of the laundry room. "Please, just-I hate you, I hate you so much..."
"I know," Hyunjin mutters, his lips trailing back up to Felix’s ear, biting down gently on the lobe before whispering, "But you can’t get enough of me."
Hyunjin’s hand flies to the button of Felix's jeans, flicking it open with frantic urgency. He shoves his hand straight down into Felix’s underwear, his long fingers wrapping around Felix's already dripping, aching length. Felix shrieks, his body bucking wildly against the machine as Hyunjin begins to stroke him with a fast, unforgiving pace. The sheer intensity of the touch, combined with the heavy weight of Hyunjin pressing into him, pushes Felix dangerously close to the edge within seconds.
"Look at me," Hyunjin demands, his voice a rough command against Felix's cheek. Felix forces his heavy eyelids open, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Hyunjin is staring down at him, his long, dark bangs falling into his eyes, his expression a mixture of fierce possessiveness and sheer devotion.
"Say my name," Hyunjin whispers, his thumb smearing the slick moisture at the head of Felix’s length before resuming the brutal, perfect pace. "Tell me who owns you."
"Hyunjin," Felix chokes out, tears of sheer pleasure pricking the corners of his eyes. He clamps his teeth down on his own bottom lip, his hips trembling uncontrollably. "Hyunjinnie… you do. It's you. Only you."
Hyunjin’s eyes darken further, completely satisfied. He delivers three more heavy, tight friction strokes, and Felix completely loses it, arching off the machine with a loud, muffled cry, his entire body shuddering as he comes violently against Hyunjin’s hand, the white-hot pleasure blinding him entirely. Hyunjin doesn't even let him recover. The moment Felix’s breathing slows down, Hyunjin presses a soft, surprisingly tender kiss to his sweaty forehead, his hand remaining inside Felix's jeans, giving a slow, possessive squeeze.
"Good boy," Hyunjin whispers, a lazy, familiar smirk slowly returning to his face as he looks down at a completely ruined, panting Felix. "Now clean yourself up. We still have a party to attend, and I’m not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night."