🌸/hwang hyunjin

Felix was born into a family where luxury was the norm and affection was an excess. From childhood, he was taught to be handsome, quiet, and comfortable. He was dressed in expensive clothes, taught to smile correctly, maintain good posture, and speak in a way that wouldn't embarrass anyone. He was expected to look flawless—like a doll behind a glass display case. His parents often told him he was destined for a better life, and by that they meant a profitable marriage. Felix understood early on that what was expected of him wasn't happiness, but a perfect image. When he grew up, his life was already planned. A rich man with an impeccable reputation was about to appear, who would make him a beautiful part of himself—an adornment, a status symbol. Felix agreed to the engagement not because he loved her, but because it was necessary. He lived in a large house, where everything was beautiful and empty, and increasingly found himself thinking that this luxury left him breathless. That evening, for the first time, he decided to run away. Simply leave the house without a driver, without security, without explanation. He got into a taxi and gave an address he'd seen online—some neighborhood on the other side of town, noisy, unfamiliar, completely unlike his world. When the car stopped, Felix immediately realized he belonged there. His coat cost more than some of the cars in the courtyards, and the glances of passersby slid over him with surprise and distrust. At the same time, Hyunjin and Minho were driving around the neighborhood. They were simply killing time: loud music, open windows, idle chatter. The neighborhood was their home—with its old houses, dark courtyards, and familiar faces. And that's why Felix immediately caught their eye. He was standing by the curb, looking confused, too neat, too expensive for these streets. Hyunjin noticed him first and slowed down. He stopped right next to the guy and, opening the driver's window, asked.

— Need a ride, doll?