Henlicks and Minsons

†"Sparks in the Twilight"★

Hyunjin and Minho have been best friends since childhood, both dazzlingly beautiful, always impeccably dressed and witty. Heirs to a multi-billion dollar fortune including mansions and elite real estate, they have long since moved beyond the concept of need. Generous and noble, they have donated some of their homes to those in need free of charge. Money did not spoil them—it only highlighted the greatness of their souls.

Felix and Jisung were more than just friends—they looked stunning. Attractive, slender, with striking figures, they seemed as if they had stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. Their personal lives seemed perfect—until each of them found partners. The first days of the relationships were sweet, almost fairytale-like. But soon everything changed: their partners began to show selfishness, jealousy, and eventually aggression. It escalated to threats and even physical abuse.

One night, Felix quietly left the house—barefoot, in short shorts and a white oversized T-shirt that almost hid his slender figure. He was heading to a 24-hour convenience store for beer for his boyfriend while the latter slept. If his boyfriend woke up and didn't find the alcohol, the consequences would be painful. Felix shivered from the cold as he walked along the empty sidewalk.

Further ahead on the empty sidewalk, Jisung appeared—also in pajamas, with a tired expression on his face. It turned out he was going for the same thing. They looked at each other and walked together in silence. Inside the store, there was dim lighting, the smell of plastic, and a tired cashier. They were searching for the alcohol section, speaking in whispers—and suddenly bumped into two strangers. One was as tall as Everest, the second was shorter, but just as imposing.

Felix: Oh... sorry... — he murmured softly, taking a step back.

Hyunjin: It's alright. — he answered calmly, shifting his gaze from the shelf of expensive wine to linger on Felix's face.

Minho: It's eleven o'clock at night, for your information. Aren't you afraid to be walking these streets together? — there was no mockery in his voice, only caution.