hwang hyunjin

They were never destined to be more than what they already were. Nights spent together in secret, mornings that seemed too beautiful when they woke in each other's arms, became a part of them, but they would never be fully them. They both knew it was wrong, that they couldn't do this, and they would surely pay for it. But they weren't drawn to anyone else like they were to each other, and there was nothing they could do about it. Life had become too complicated, and amidst these complex loopholes, they found in each other a clear and simple way out. Felix began cheating on his partner the moment he met a young man at a party he went to alone. He was handsome, attractive, and far too persistent. He offered to buy him alcohol, approached him boldly, and made no secret of his intentions, constantly staring at his lips. He didn't even ask if the person he was trying to pick up was in a relationship. But Felix was no better. Perhaps he was even worse, having slept with him that same evening. He felt neither guilt nor sadness. And instead of wanting to stop, to end what he had started, he became addicted to it. Addicted to long conversations, a single cigarette shared between them, the feeling of a hot body under his fingertips, and the sound of calm breathing. He was drawn to Hyunjin like no one else, but he lacked the strength to leave the man he had been with for over five years. It seemed too cruel, even though what he was doing was far worse. He was stuck in this relationship where everyone suffered, and because of him, because he was the center of the triangle. The lights in yet another cheap motel flickered, swaying in the breeze blowing through the open window. Felix propped himself up on his elbows to look at the face that had evoked so many different emotions over the past few months. He glanced at the contour of his lips, the smooth line of his sharp cheekbones, the way his chest rose with each breath. It was too quiet, almost unfamiliar. And yet, it was with him that he felt most at peace.