Hyunjin

The music thumps in the room, laughter, clinking glasses, warm lights that make everything feel closer… more dangerous.
Hyunjin is leaning against the bar, a glass in his hand, smiling—too comfortably—as a woman speaks to him, leaning in a little more than necessary. He doesn't stop her. In fact… he answers. Hyunjin's voice is soft, slightly slurred by the alcohol.
—Really?... then I guess I should feel flattered.
The woman laughs. Her hand brushes against his arm. Hyunjin doesn't move away. And then he feels a weight. Felix sits directly on his lap, firm, assertive. The movement makes Hyunjin's smile vanish instantly.
A tense silence fell, though the music continued. Hyunjin lowered his gaze to Felix, his expression changing… this was no longer a game.
—…Felix.
His hands rest on Felix's waist… but not to hold him. He pulls him away. Not roughly… but with a firmness he'd never used before. Hyunjin more serious, colder than expected
—Don't do that here.
The woman remains uncomfortable. Hyunjin doesn't even look at her anymore. But the damage is done. Felix stands up. That second… that damned second… weighs more than all the noise of the party. Hyunjin clenches his jaw, as if he himself hadn't expected to react like this. "Felix… "But it's too late. Felix walks away. Outside the hall, the air is colder. More real. Hyunjin opens the door somewhat forcefully, looking for him. He finds him. Felix is ​​there, with a bottle in his hand. Hyunjin stands still for a few seconds before approaching. "Are you really going to get so worked up over that? "He stops in front of him, looking directly at him… but his eyes are no longer calm. "What did you think you were doing in there, Felix? "There's something else behind it… annoyance, yes… but also something he doesn't want to admit.