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The studio was a warzone of open flight cases, tangled XLR cables, and discarded packing foam. Tomorrow, Hyunjin would be on a flight to California, and the rest of the group was swarming the room, turning the final cleanup into a chaotic, loud project.
"Seriously, Hyunjinnie, how did you manage to accumulate this much gear in one week?" Minho asked, tossing a handful of loose cables into a bin with a scoff, though he was already efficiently coiling another.
"Don't start, hyung," Hyunjin muttered, though his attention was entirely focused on the corner of the room.
"I think it's impressive," Changbin chimed in, leaning against the console while trying to shove a massive road case shut. "It's like an art installation of clutter."
"It's not clutter, it's my process," Hyunjin defended, but the words felt hollow. His eyes were glued to Felix, who was currently "helping" by kneeling by the floor rack.
Felix was moving with the lazy, deliberate grace of a cat, meticulously-and uselessly-rearranging the same set of inputs for the third time.
"Guys, can we just focus?" Chan's voice cut through the noise, his tone the usual mix of leader-weariness and focus.
"Iennie, grab the boxes from the hallway, please."
"On it, hyung!" Jeongin chirped, dodging past Han, who was currently busy trying to untangle his own headphones from a mic stand.
"I swear these things have a mind of their own," Han grumbled, shaking his head.
"Hey, Lixie, you need a hand with that rack? You've been staring at those inputs forever."
Felix didn't look up, his expression one of perfect, practiced innocence.
"I'm fine, Hanie. Just... making sure everything is perfectly labeled for when he gets back."
"You're making it way more complicated than it needs to be," Seungmin observed, walking by with a stack of sound-dampening foam panels. He paused, looking at the two of them.
"Hyunjin, you're just standing there. Help him, or get out of the way."
"Right. Yeah," Hyunjin stammered, his pulse hammering.
Felix looked up, his legs tucked neatly beneath him, sitting back on his heels in a way that made him look deceptively small and soft. He rested his chin on his palm, tilting his head with a sweet, dimpled smile.
"Yeah, Jinnie. Are you going to help me? Or are you just going to stand there and watch?"His tone was light, airy, and sounded completely innocent to the others.
"I'll help," Hyunjin muttered, his voice dropping an octave as he crouched down directly in front of him.
Felix leaned forward, his face close enough that Hyunjin could feel his warm breath. He lowered his voice to a playful whisper, his eyes sparkling with a secret delight.
"Good. Since you're the one leaving, you really should show me exactly what you need before you go." with that, he batted his eyelashes at him, looking like the picture of innocence, before turning back to the gear with a sharp, bratty glint in his eyes that only Hyunjin could see, leaving Hyunjin struggling to keep his hands from shaking as he reached for the cables.
"Seungmin, did you grab the hard drives?" Chan called out, oblivious to the atmosphere in the corner.
"Yeah, they're in my bag," Seungmin replied, walking by with a stack of sound-dampening foam.
He paused, glancing at the two of them again.
"Hyunjin, you're just sitting there. Get a move on."
"Right. Yeah," Hyunjin stammered, forced to pull his gaze away from Felix's smirk to continue the work, his pulse hammering against his ribs.
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Chan wiped sweat from his forehead and clapped his hands together. "Alright, that's enough for now. Let's take a ten-minute break before we finish the last rack."
"Finally," Han groaned, flopping onto the couch.
"I'm ordering food. Who wants what?"
As the others devolved into a noisy debate about menus, Hyunjin and Felix retreated to the far corner of the desk. They stood side-by-side, pretending to check some sound levels on the monitor.
Hyunjin's phone buzzed.
Felix: You're staring at me again, Jinnie. You look like you're ready to explode. Is it really that hard to keep your hands to yourself?
Hyunjin glanced sideways.
Felix was staring intently at the screen, his fingers dancing over the keys as if he were adjusting an EQ setting, but his lips were curled into a faint, mocking smile. Hyunjin typed quickly, his thumbs feeling heavy.
Hyunjin: You're a brat. You know exactly what you're doing to me. Stop it.
Felix: What am I doing? I'm just helping. Though, I was thinking... I really need someone to show me how deep they can go tonight. I'm feeling so empty, I just want to be completely filled up until I can't breathe.
Hyunjin's heart hammered against his ribs. He looked at Felix, who suddenly turned toward the room, his eyes wide and bright.
"I don't know why everyone is so stressed," Felix said, his voice ringing out clearly, sweet and bell-like.
"I feel like I've been waiting all day to just be completely drained. I don't care how deep it goes or how much I have to take-I just want to be totally spent by the end of the night, don't you guys?"
The members didn't even blink.
"I feel you, man," Changbin laughed, grabbing a water bottle.
"I'm going to be dead once we're done with this."
Hyunjin's breath hitched.
He turned to his phone, his face burning.
Hyunjin: What the hell was that? Why would you say that out loud? Are you trying to kill me?
Felix: Killing you? Or just waking you up? You like it when I'm bold, don't you? I can see your pulse in your neck, Jinnie. You're struggling so hard to act normal.
Hyunjin: You're insufferable. If you say one more thing like that, I'm not going to be able to control myself.
Felix: Oh? And what exactly are you going to do to me? I'm just an innocent helper, remember?
Felix glanced up from his phone, his gaze dropping to Hyunjin's lips, then lower, lingering just long enough to be agonizing. He looked back at his screen, his thumbs moving slowly.
Felix: I want you to use that big mouth of yours for something other than complaining tonight. I want to see you on me.
Hyunjin froze, his entire body rigid. Across the room, Seungmin caught his eye and frowned.
Felix tilted his head, his eyes wide and radiating pure, unadulterated innocence.
"Are you alright, Hyunjin-ah? You look so... flushed. Do you need me to help you cool down? I'm very good at making people feel better."
He said it with a soft, helpful giggle, and Hyunjin felt the air leave his lungs. He forced a stiff, tight-lipped smile, his entire body trembling.
"I'm fine," Hyunjin forced out, his voice sounding like strained gravel. "Just... tired."
Felix hummed, dropping his gaze back to his screen, his expression a mask of complete, angelic indifference.
Felix: Don't lie, Jinnie. We both know you're thinking about exactly what I'm going to do to you the second they close that door. And honestly? I think I might make you wait just to see how long it takes you to break.
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The members drifted toward the back of the studio where a small table had been cleared.
The tension that had been crackling between the equipment racks seemed to follow them, thickening the air.
Hyunjin stood by the console, still trying to regulate his breathing, while Felix moved toward the group with a light, airy step, looking as refreshed as if he'd just finished a nap instead of playing a high-stakes game of psychological warfare.
As Hyunjin approached the group, he caught Minho's eye. Minho was holding a piece of pizza, his gaze shifting pointedly from Hyunjin's flushed, tight-jawed expression to the way Felix was playfully tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
Minho didn't say a word; he just raised an eyebrow, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth before he turned to whisper something to Changbin.
Changbin let out a short, sharp laugh, his eyes darting toward Hyunjin. He nudged I.N, who was busy grabbing a soda, and the younger boy glanced over, his eyes widening in realization before he quickly looked down, hiding a grin behind his cup.
Hyunjin felt like he was being dissected. He kept his posture rigid, trying to act like his entire nervous system wasn't currently vibrating at the frequency of the text messages still glowing on his locked phone.
Then, there was Felix.
Felix sat down on the edge of the couch, right in the center of the group. He didn't look at Hyunjin.
Instead, he took a slow, deliberate bite of his food, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray crumb on his lip-a movement so languid and practiced it felt like a violation. He looked up, catching Hyunjin staring, and widened his eyes in a mock display of surprise.
"Is the food not good, Jinnie?" Felix asked, his voice ringing out across the table, sweet and concerned.
"You haven't touched anything. You look like you need... a lot more than just dinner."
The table went quiet. Seungmin let out a loud, ostentatious cough, hiding a laugh behind his hand. Chan simply took a long, slow sip of his water, his eyes flicking to the ceiling as if asking for patience, while Han and Minho exchanged a look that screamed 'we're going to be out of here in five minutes.'
Hyunjin felt a vein throb in his temple. He didn't dare reply, knowing his voice would betray the raw, hungry state he was in. He just picked up a water bottle, his fingers brushing against Felix's hand on the table-a brief, electric contact that made his skin scream.
Felix didn't pull away. He just smiled, that innocent, dimpled beam that felt like a blade against Hyunjin's resolve.
Felix (texting): Look at them, Jinnie. They all know. They're just waiting for you to snap. How long are you going to make me wait?
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The air in the studio was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Chan was the first to zip up his bag, his gaze flickering between Hyunjin-who looked two seconds away from losing his mind-and Felix, who was currently humming a soft tune, looking like an angel who'd never had a dirty thought in his life.
"Well," Chan said, his voice unusually loud in the quiet room.
"Everything's packed. We're heading out to grab some late-night supplies. You two have the rest of the work here, right? No need to rush back to the dorms."
Hyunjin blinked, his composure cracking just a fraction. "Wait, what? No, the rest of the rack... it's, uh, it's really complicated. You guys should stay. We need help."
"Don't lie, Jinnie," Minho interjected, leaning against the doorframe with a wicked glint in his eyes.
"We all know you're perfectly capable of finishing it. Besides, we're giving you both some space. You're leaving tomorrow-you need a proper goodbye, don't you?"
"Yeah," Han chimed in, barely suppressing a laugh as he nudged Changbin.
"Take your time. You don't want to leave anything... unfinished."
Hyunjin felt his ears burn, his gaze darting to Felix, who was watching the whole exchange with wide, feigned innocence, his hands folded neatly in front of him.
"Make sure you lock the door on your way out," Jeongin added, his voice dripping with mock-seriousness.
"And Lixie-hyung, you better make sure Hyunjin gets all that 'work' done before his flight."
As the members started filing out, Seungmin paused right at the threshold.
He looked back, his eyes scanning the sound-dampened walls, then settled on the pair with a sharp, knowing smirk.
"By the way," Seungmin said, his voice dropping to a teasing, low hum.
"You two should really test the acoustics once we're gone. Just... be thorough. You know, to really check if it's truly soundproof."
He caught the way Hyunjin's breath hitched and the way Felix's eyes darkened for a split second before snapping back to 'innocent angel' mode.
"Don't break the gear," Seungmin finished, winking. "We'll see you tomorrow."
The door clicked shut, the heavy, mechanical sound vibrating through the floorboards.
Hyunjin stood frozen, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He looked at the door, then back at Felix.
The silence that filled the studio was absolute, heavy, and infinitely more dangerous than the noise had been.
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The lock clicked, and the sound seemed to physically rattle the studio's heavy insulation.
Hyunjin exhaled, a ragged, uneven sound, and moved toward him, his posture shifting-the confident, stage-ready dancer melting away into someone far more desperate.
He reached out, his long fingers closing the distance, looking to claim the space between them.
But Felix moved first, his body fluid as water. He ducked under Hyunjin's arm with a soft, melodic laugh, effectively putting the entire length of the production desk between them.
He turned back, leaning casually against the rack, his expression one of polite, almost bored interest.
"You're rushing again, Jinnie," Felix murmured, his tone airy and light, completely at odds with the way his eyes were darkening. He tapped a rhythm on the glass of the monitor.
"Are you sure you shouldn't be spending your last few hours doing something... memorable? You've been so distracted all day. It's almost sad."
Hyunjin froze, his hands hovering in the air before he curled them into fists at his sides. "Don't do that. Don't act like this is just a normal Tuesday."
"Isn't it?" Felix tilted his head, his hair falling into his eyes as he looked at Hyunjin with such practiced innocence it was maddening.
He reached out and adjusted a single knob, his fingers lingering on the cool metal.
"You're the one leaving for California. I'm just here finishing the mix. Why are you acting like I'm the one who needs to be somewhere?"
Hyunjin took a step forward, his jaw tight. "You're killing me, Felix."
"Am I?" Felix countered, his voice dropping an octave.
"Then fix the mic stand in the corner. It's crooked. It's bothering me."
Hyunjin blinked, his frustration surging. "I'm not fixing a-"
"Fix it," Felix interrupted, his voice devoid of his usual warmth, replaced by a sharp, quiet command that stopped Hyunjin dead in his tracks.
Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his resolve wavering as he watched Felix watch him. He walked over to the mic stand, his movements heavy and uncoordinated, his pulse drumming against his eardrums. He straightened the stand, his hands trembling.
He turned back around, ready to demand an explanation, but Felix had moved again, now standing by the vocal booth, checking a file with such intense focus it made Hyunjin's head spin.
"You talk so much when you're frustrated," Felix said, his back to him, his voice laced with a playful, teasing lilt.
"It's kind of cute. But you're still not focused. Maybe stand there, near the desk, and just... look at me. Don't move."
Hyunjin felt a primal, aching relief wash over him. He hated that he was being ordered around, but he loved that it was Felix doing the ordering.
The internal fight-the clash between his desire to lead and his desperate need to be owned-made him feel like he was fraying at the edges.
"Why are you doing this?" Hyunjin rasped, his voice sounding entirely too loud in the dead-quiet room. "You know what I want."
"I know what you think you want," Felix said, finally turning around. He took two steps closer, his gaze locked on Hyunjin's lips. He didn't move fast, but he didn't stop, either. He closed the remaining gap until Hyunjin could feel the heat radiating from him.
Hyunjin opened his mouth to retort, to tell him to stop the games, but the words died in his throat.
Felix had reached out, not to push him away, but to bury his fingers into the hair at the nape of Hyunjin's neck, pulling his head down with sudden, shocking force.
The distance vanished in a heartbeat.
Felix didn't just break the distance; he shattered it, slamming his lips against Hyunjin's with a hunger that was as unholy as the silence surrounding them.
Hyunjin let out a broken groan, his hands immediately flying to Felix's waist, hauling him in so hard their bodies collided with a dull thud, the sound muffled instantly by the thick, soundproof walls.
"Finally," Felix gasped against his mouth, his composure gone, replaced by a sharp, jagged edge of desperation that matched Hyunjin's own. "I thought you were going to make me ask twice."
The sudden contact was a collision of stored-up adrenaline and pure, unadulterated need.
Hyunjin didn't just kiss him back; he devoured, his hands sliding down to grip Felix's hips with enough pressure to leave marks, hoisting him up until Felix was forced to wrap his legs around Hyunjin's waist to stay upright.
The sound of their breathing was loud, ragged, and trapped, vibrating against the dense, soundproof foam that lined the walls. It was disorienting-the room felt like a vacuum where nothing existed but the friction of their clothes and the frantic pulse of their hearts.
Felix pulled back just an inch, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes blown wide and dark. He looked breathless, his usual cool, cat-like poise dismantled entirely.
"You," Felix panted, his fingers digging sharply into Hyunjin's shoulders, "are so damn loud."
Hyunjin let out a low, dangerous laugh, his forehead resting against Felix's.
He shoved forward, pinning Felix back against the heavy sound-dampening panels of the vocal booth. The impact muffled a surprised gasp from Felix, but Hyunjin didn't let him retreat. He used his height and his weight to cage him in, his hands splayed wide against the wall on either side of Felix's head.
"You're the one who told me to test the soundproofing," Hyunjin growled, his voice a raw, husky shadow of his usual self. He leaned in, his nose brushing against Felix's cheek, his breath hot.
"I'm just doing my job, Lixie."
Felix's smirk returned, sharper and more wicked than before. He reached up, his cool fingers sliding down to trace the frantic pulse in Hyunjin's throat, pressing just hard enough to make Hyunjin choke on a breath.
"Is that right?" Felix whispered, his voice dropping into that deep, chest-thumping register that always made Hyunjin lose his head. He arched his back, pressing himself deliberately into Hyunjin's space, rubbing against him with a friction that sent a violent shiver down Hyunjin's spine.
"Then don't stop. Show me how much you're going to miss having me under you."
Hyunjin lost the last of his restraint.
He surged forward, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of Felix's neck, biting down just enough to make Felix arch backward with a sharp, broken sound that wouldn't travel past the heavy door.
Hyunjin felt the thrill of it-the total silence of the outside world, the isolation of the room, and the way Felix, the boy who had spent the last two hours teasing him with a straight face, was now unravelling completely beneath his touch.
"You think you're in control," Hyunjin murmured against his skin, his hands moving to pull at Felix's shirt, desperate for skin-to-skin contact.
"But you're the one who started this. You're the one who's going to be the reason I can't get on that flight tomorrow."
Felix threw his head back, his eyes rolling shut as Hyunjin's hands explored the warmth of his waist.
"Then stay," Felix challenged, his voice dripping with playful defiance, even as he clung to Hyunjin's shirt.
"Stay and make me regret it. I dare you."
The challenge hung in the air, electric and heavy, and Hyunjin didn't waste another second. He shifted his grip, his movements growing more urgent, more claiming, as he set out to prove exactly how thorough he could be.
The air in the studio was electric, thick with the scent of ozone and the heavy, musky heat of their bodies. Hyunjin was no longer the composed idol or the frustrated, held-back dominant; he was unravelling, his movements frantic and demanding.
He drove his hands into Felix's hair, tugging it back just enough to force Felix to look at him, eyes glassy and dark.
"Look at you," Hyunjin rasped, his voice dropping to a low, jagged growl.
"Playing the innocent little angel all day, whispering in my ear, batting your eyes at the others... you're such a pathetic little tease, aren't you? You love knowing I'm losing my mind over you."
Felix let out a sharp, breathless laugh, his face flushing deep red, but he didn't look away. Instead, he reached up, his nails dragging agonizingly down Hyunjin's chest, his own gaze turning sharp and mocking.
"And you?" Felix retorted, his voice breathless and trembling.
"You're so desperate to look like the big, untouchable leader, yet here you are, shaking like a dog because I wouldn't even look at you for five minutes. You're such a sad, needy slut, Jinnie. You've been begging for this since we stepped into the room, haven't you?"
Hyunjin let out a guttural sound, a mix of frustration and pure, twisted pleasure. He pinned Felix's wrists above his head, the sudden shift in power making Felix gasp.
"Yeah, I am," Hyunjin hissed, his eyes burning. "I'm a mess because of you. You love seeing me like this, don't you? Thinking about how many people you could have had, but you're stuck here with me, acting like a little whore just to get a reaction."
"I am a whore," Felix whispered, his voice hitching as Hyunjin's thumb traced the line of his hip, pressing hard enough to ache. "I'm your whore, Jinnie. And you're just a possessive, frustrated idiot who can't handle how much I like to play."
Hyunjin leaned in, his lips grazing Felix's ear before he bit down, hard, feeling the vibration of Felix's muffled cry against his own skin. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."
"I belong to you," Felix whimpered, his defiance crumbling into pure, frantic need. He bucked against Hyunjin, his legs locking tightly around him.
"Just take it. Don't you dare hold back. I want you to ruin me, you fucking prick. Make me forget how to speak, make me forget I'm even leaving, just... fill me up."
The soundproofing held their secrets, trapping their ragged breaths and the harsh, biting words that would have been scandalous in any other room. There was no more space for games or distance; there was only the friction, the desperate verbal sparring, and the overwhelming realization that for these few hours, they were the only two people in the world.
Hyunjin moved with a sudden, crushing intensity, finally stripping away the last of the teasing facade, leaving nothing but the raw, unfiltered truth of what they were to each other.
The studio was no longer a place of work; it was a ruin of their own making.
Hyunjin had the desk chair shoved aside, his movements erratic and powerful, his usual grace replaced by a frantic, clawing need. He had Felix backed into the corner of the room, near the soundproofing panels, and the space between them was vibrating with friction.
"You're a complete menace," Hyunjin growled, his voice cracking. He didn't wait for a response, instead slamming his hands against the wall on either side of Felix's head, caging him in.
He leaned down, his forehead pressing hard into Felix's, his breathing ragged. "Do you have any idea how much I want to break that look off your face?"
Felix laughed-a wet, breathless, unhinged sound-and arched his back, pressing his chest flush against Hyunjin's, teasing him with the proximity. His eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated until the iris was barely visible, and he looked entirely gone, lost to the absolute insanity of the moment.
"Then break it," Felix dared, his voice dripping with a dangerous, taunting sweetness. He reached up, his fingers digging into Hyunjin's hair, pulling his head down until their lips were millimeters apart.
"You're so obsessed with being the one in control, Jinnie. But look at you. You're shaking. You can't even look at me without wanting to lose your mind."
Hyunjin let out a low, pained groan. He grabbed Felix's waist, his grip bruising, and lifted him, forcing Felix to wrap his legs around him.
The movement was sloppy, desperate, their clothes bunching and twisting. Hyunjin began to move against him, grinding his hips in a way that had nothing to do with restraint and everything to do with wanting to erase the distance between their very souls.
"Shut up," Hyunjin hissed, his mouth finding the sensitive junction of Felix's neck, his teeth grazing the skin.
"Just shut the hell up and let me look at you. I want to see you unravel. I want to see that perfect little mask of yours crack until there's nothing left but me."
Felix whimpered, his head falling back against the wall, his hands fisting in the back of Hyunjin's shirt. He was bucking against him, rubbing his body against Hyunjin's in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm, his face flushed a deep, violent red.
"I'm already unraveling," Felix gasped, his voice bordering on a sob. "I haven't been me since you walked into this studio. You're making me insane, you fucking bastard... you're making me so fucking crazy I can't think straight."
Hyunjin bit down on his collarbone, hard, and Felix let out a sharp, strangled cry that was swallowed by the thick foam walls.
Hyunjin didn't let go; he held him there, grinding against him with a brutal, clumsy intensity, their bodies working in a chaotic, messy friction that served only to heighten the agonizing, feverish burn between them.
Every time Hyunjin tried to pull back to breathe, Felix would pull him back in, his legs locking tighter, his mouth seeking Hyunjin's with a hunger that bordered on violent.
They were gasping, sweating, their movements frantic and unpolished, both of them teetering on the edge of a total psychological collapse.
"I'm not going anywhere tomorrow," Hyunjin snarled against his lips, his thumb tracing the wet, bitten line of Felix's lower lip. "And you're staying right here, inside this room with me, until I'm the only thing you can think about. I'm going to make you scream until you forget how to breathe."
"Then do it," Felix shrieked, his voice cracking, his sanity completely shattered by the intensity of the contact. He clawed at Hyunjin's back, his nails leaving red trails on the fabric of his shirt, his body shaking uncontrollably. "Stop talking and just fucking destroy me, Hyunjin! Take it all! I'm right here! I'm not going anywhere!"
They were both panting, their chests heaving, their eyes locked in a desperate, wild battle for dominance. They were two wires crossed, sparking and burning, held together by nothing but the desperate need to feel each other until they both completely lost their minds.
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Hyunjin’s hands were everywhere, frantic and possessive, mapping the frantic rise and fall of Felix’s chest as if he were trying to memorize the anatomy of his own undoing.
Every time Felix bucked against him, the friction sent a new, sharp jolt of pure white noise through Hyunjin’s brain, making him growl in frustration.
He didn't want to just touch; he wanted to mark, to claim, to leave no doubt that he was the center of Felix's universe.
"You're shaking," Hyunjin muttered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against Felix’s collarbone. "Why are you shaking, slut?"
Felix let out a sound that was half-sob, half-giggle—a sound of someone who had long since passed the point of sanity.
He tangled his fingers deeper into Hyunjin’s hair, pulling him back so he could see those dark, dilated eyes.
"Because you're touching me like you're trying to tear me apart," Felix breathed, his voice ragged.
"And I want you to. I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to be the most selfish, possessive prick you can possibly be, because I’m leaving this room with nothing left of me but you."
The admission was a catalyst.
Hyunjin let out a sharp, guttural sound and shifted his stance, his movements becoming even more purposeful and unrestrained. He ignored the aching in his own muscles and the way his head swam from the lack of air, focusing entirely on the way Felix was completely unraveling under his touch.
Felix’s head knocked back against the padding of the wall, his lips parted, his breath coming in sharp, erratic hitches.
He was beautiful—a mess of flushed skin and dilated eyes, completely at Hyunjin’s mercy. And yet, even here, in the midst of the chaos, he still reached out, his hand sliding down to grip Hyunjin’s wrist with surprising strength, forcing him to maintain the rhythm.
"Don't you dare slow down," Felix gasped, his nails digging into Hyunjin’s forearm.
"You're leaving, aren't you? Then give me everything before you go. Don't leave me with anything to think about other than how you destroyed me right here."
Hyunjin let out a wild, manic laugh that was stripped of all humor. He pinned Felix’s hand against the wall, leaning his weight fully into him, his lips hovering over Felix’s, so close he could taste the frantic energy radiating off him.
"You think you’re in control because you’re challenging me?" Hyunjin growled, his eyes locking onto Felix’s with an intensity that could have scorched the floorboards.
"I'm going to prove to you that you don't have a single thought left in that pretty little head that isn't me."
He moved again, a deliberate, crushing grind that wrung a high, broken sound from Felix’s throat. The sound died instantly, swallowed by the thick foam, leaving them in a vacuum of their own making.
They were tangled in a fever dream of limbs and friction, the air so thick with their shared heat that it felt almost impossible to draw a breath.
It was a battle of attrition, a test of who could hold on to their sanity the longest, even as they both reached for the oblivion that was waiting just a heartbeat away.
Every touch was a demand, every groan a response, and the messy, unhinged beauty of it was the only thing holding them to the earth.
The air in the studio was thick with the scent of their shared desperation, the silence pressing in on them from all sides. Hyunjin didn’t stop his onslaught, but he shifted his focus, his movements turning from frantic to something far more deliberate, and infinitely more dangerous.
"You’re so beautiful," Hyunjin rasped, his voice dropping to a low, possessive growl that seemed to vibrate through Felix’s entire frame.
"And you’ve been wearing these clothes like a cage all day. I’m done looking at them."
With a swift, impatient movement, Hyunjin gripped the hem of Felix’s shirt. He didn’t just pull it off; he bunched it up and discarded it in a single, rough motion, leaving Felix exposed to the cool, stale air of the studio. Felix gasped as the fabric hit the floor, his skin instantly flushing under Hyunjin’s hungry, burning gaze.
Hyunjin didn’t give him a second to adjust. He started at the earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive cartilage with a sharp nip that made Felix’s head loll back against the wall. He moved slowly, methodically, his lips trailing fire down the column of Felix’s neck. He lingered on the bob of Felix’s Adam’s apple, suckling at the skin until he knew a dark, vivid mark would bloom there.
"You like that?" Hyunjin murmured against the skin, his breath hot and damp. He bit down—not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a stinging, aching reminder of his ownership.
He moved lower, his mouth charting the constellation of freckles across Felix’s chest. He kissed them one by one, a slow, deliberate worship that felt like an interrogation. When his lips finally reached Felix’s nipple, he didn’t hesitate. He took the peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it before he clamped down, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin.
Felix let out a shrill, broken sound, his body convulsing against Hyunjin’s. His hands scrambled for purchase, his fingers tangling into Hyunjin’s hair, pulling him closer as if he could weld them together.
"Hyunjin... ahh," Felix choked out, his voice thin and shattered. He was bucking against the friction, his core arching toward Hyunjin’s mouth. "Please... you’re going to kill me."
"That’s the point, Lix," Hyunjin whispered, his voice dark with a manic intensity.
He moved to the other nipple, his teeth sinking in with even more force, his lips working the skin until it was bruised and deep red. He loved the way Felix’s breath hitched, the way his composure was completely obliterated.
He didn't stop there.
He trailed his lips lower, pressing a hot, lingering kiss into the center of each abdominal muscle, his tongue flicking over the taut, trembling skin. He mapped the landscape of Felix’s torso, kissing every single freckle he could find, moving with a reverence that was entirely at odds with the violent, bruising marks he was leaving elsewhere.
He stopped at the waistband of Felix’s pants, his lips hovering just above the line of his navel. He looked up, his eyes meeting Felix’s—dilated, hazy, and completely gone.
"You’re going to be covered in me by the time I’m done," Hyunjin promised, his voice a lethal, low-frequency hum. "Every inch of you is going to know I was here. Every single freckle is going to be mine."
He pressed his face into the soft skin of Felix’s stomach, his lips moving against the navel, his hands gripping Felix’s hips with such force that he knew his thumbprints would be mapped onto the pale skin. He was claiming him, piece by piece, an idol-turned-animal in the dark, soundproof silence of the only place in the world that mattered.
Felix let out a long, shuddering breath, his chest heaving under the cool air of the studio, the skin of his neck and torso already blooming with the dark, vivid marks Hyunjin had left behind. For a moment, he just stayed pinned against the padded wall, his eyes half-closed, looking completely undone.
But then, a slow, familiar spark flared back to life in the dark depths of his pupils. The helpless, trembling mess receded, replaced by that deep, unyielding core of dominance that always matched Hyunjin’s own.
With a sudden, explosive burst of strength, Felix gripped Hyunjin’s shoulders. He didn’t just push; he twisted their bodies, using Hyunjin’s own momentum against him, shoving him back until Hyunjin’s spine hit the edge of the massive production desk with a dull, heavy thud.
Before Hyunjin could even register the shift in power, Felix was on him. He crowded into Hyunjin’s space, his bare chest pressing flush against Hyunjin’s shirt, his hands sliding up to lock firmly around Hyunjin's neck, pinning him in place.
"You’ve had your turn, Jinnie," Felix whispered. His voice had dropped completely into that unholy, chest-thumping register—low, velvety, and entirely commanding. He tilted his head, a slow, wicked smirk cutting through his dazed expression.
"You think you’re the only one who gets to leave a mark? You think you’re the only one who wants to claim something before tomorrow?"
Hyunjin gasped, his hands immediately flying to Felix’s waist, but Felix gripped his hair, tugging it back just enough to force Hyunjin to look up at him.
"Let me make you a brilliant memory of me tonight," Felix murmured, his eyes locking onto Hyunjin’s lips with a terrifyingly beautiful focus.
"A memory so thick and heavy that it’s going to choke you when you’re sitting on that plane. I want you to be thousands of feet in the air, completely surrounded by people, and feel so miserable because you can't have this."
Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his throat bobbing against Felix’s fingers. "Lix—"
"Shut up," Felix commanded softly, pressing his thumb against Hyunjin’s lower lip, pushing it down.
"Let me serve you tonight, Jinnie. Let me provide you with the kind of pleasure that’s going to ruin every other touch you experience while you’re away from me. I want to remind you exactly who wants you. Who owns you."
With that, Felix leaned down, his teeth sinking sharply into the side of Hyunjin’s neck, right over his pulse point.
Hyunjin let out a low, guttural growl, his hands clawing at Felix’s hips as Felix bit down hard, marking him with a fierce, possessive intensity that mirrored everything Hyunjin had done to him.
Felix didn't stop there.
His hands became frantic but precise, tearing at the buttons of Hyunjin’s shirt, desperate to get to the skin beneath. He wanted the facade gone. He wanted Hyunjin just as exposed, just as wrecked, entirely trapped under the weight of a goodbye that neither of them was ready to say.
Felix didn’t hesitate.
With his bare chest pressed against Hyunjin's, he set to work with a clinical, agonizing precision.
He mapped out Hyunjin’s torso, using his teeth and lips to leave a trail of sharp, localized stings. He bit down firmly on the slope of Hyunjin's shoulder, then on the tender skin just beneath his collarbone, suckling until small, dark red welts bloomed against the pale skin—looking exactly like a cluster of fierce, fresh mosquito bites.
Hyunjin’s head fell back against the edge of the production desk.
A low, continuous moan vibrated in his chest, a heavy, gravelly sound that the thick foam walls instantly swallowed. His fingers dug frantically into the fabric of Felix’s waistband, his entire body trembling under the onslaught of Felix's mouth.
Every sharp nip was a physical reminder of what he was leaving behind, a physical anchor holding him to the room.
Felix moved lower, his tongue trailing a wet, hot line down the center of Hyunjin’s abs, stopping to press sharp, bruising kisses into the dips of his hips.
The deliberate, slow torture was driving Hyunjin past his limit.
He could feel his own sanity slipping, his desire to take back control completely melting under the weight of Felix’s single-minded focus.
Unable to take the teasing any longer, Hyunjin reached down, his fingers tangling roughly into Felix’s hair, forcing Felix to pause just above his waistband.
"Lix," Hyunjin gasped out, his breathing so ragged it sounded like a confession. His eyes were completely dark, glazed over with a desperate, heavy need. "Stop playing–
Felix didn't pull away.
He slowly tilted his head back, his hair spilling through Hyunjin’s fingers as he looked up. The slow, incredibly wicked smile returned to his swollen, wet lips, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous, possessive confidence as he watched Hyunjin struggle for breath.
Hyunjin let out a low, ragged groan, his hips bucking up slightly against the edge of the desk in a subconscious, desperate plea. He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud—his pride was still clinging by a thread—but his hands were gripping Felix's shoulders now, guiding him downward, his touch telling Felix everything his voice wouldn't.
"I think you want me to use my lips elsewhere," Felix murmured, his deep voice vibrating right against Hyunjin’s skin, his gaze dropping pointedly down before snapping back up to lock onto Hyunjin's dazed eyes.
Hyunjin's chest heaved, his fingers instantly tangling back into Felix's hair, pulling just enough to ground himself.
He leaned his head back against the production desk, entirely defeated by the proximity, but his eyes burned with a dark, heavy intensity.
"So you do know what to do," Hyunjin rasped, his voice thick and demanding, though his body was completely at Felix's mercy. "Stop playing, then. Use that whiny mouth to taste me."
Felix let out a dark, soft chuckle, a sound of pure satisfaction that rattled against Hyunjin's bare stomach.
"I always know exactly what to do with you, Jinnie."
Felix let out a dark, soft chuckle, a sound of pure satisfaction that rattled against Hyunjin's bare stomach.
In a blink, Felix's hands moved with blinding, practiced speed. With a single, aggressive yank, Hyunjin's lowers were gone, and his big member lunged free into the hot, heavy air of the studio.
Hyunjin let out a sharp, strangled gasp at the sudden exposure, his hips twitching involuntarily as the cool air hit his bare skin, leaving him completely bare and pulsing before Felix's waiting gaze.
Felix didn’t move immediately.
He stayed right there, hovering over the heat radiating from Hyunjin, his dark eyes fixed entirely on the thick, heavy length that had just lunged free between them.
The contrast between Felix’s pale, bare shoulders and the stark reality of Hyunjin’s complete exposure was staggering.
A slow, deliberate breath escaped Felix’s lips, his gaze tracking upward to meet Hyunjin’s dazed, heavy-lidded stare.
He wanted Hyunjin to feel every single second of the anticipation.
Slowly, with an agonizing dedication, Felix wrapped his fingers around the base of Hyunjin's member, his grip firm and anchoring. He leaned forward, letting his hot breath coat the sensitive tip before his lips finally made contact.
He started with a light, lingering lick, his tongue tracing the length from base to tip, tasting the sharp, metallic tang of desire that was already bleeding through.
"Ahh... fuck, Lix," Hyunjin choked out, his head slamming back hard against the production desk.
The sound was loud, raw, and completely unpolished—a heavy, guttural moan that shattered the last remnants of his pride.
Seeing Felix down there, kneeling between his spread thighs with his hair messy and his bare chest gleaming under the harsh studio lights, was the most insanely sexy thing Hyunjin had ever witnessed. It was a visual that burned itself directly into his retinas, a permanent scar of pleasure.
Felix hummed against his skin, a deep vibration that traveled straight to Hyunjin’s core.
He didn't rush.
He opened his mouth wide, his wet, soft lips stretching as he deliberately slid over the crown, taking the thick head into the heat of his throat. He swallowed down tight, his throat contracting around the sudden fullness, his eyelashes fluttering shut as he dedicated himself entirely to the rhythm.
Hyunjin’s hips twitched violently, a desperate, involuntary buck against the desk as his hands clamped down onto the edges of the console so hard his knuckles turned white.
He was breathing in short, ragged gasps, his chest heaving, his gaze locked onto the top of Felix’s head moving slowly up and down between his legs. The high tension in the room was suffocating; every slow, wet slide of Felix’s mouth was pulling the string tighter and tighter, bringing them closer to a total break.
Felix pulled back slowly, a long, silver string of saliva connecting his swollen lips to the glistening tip of Hyunjin's length.
He looked up, his eyes glassy but piercingly dominant, a silent reminder of exactly who was running this room right now. He swirled his tongue around the ridge, his thumbs caressing the sensitive skin of Hyunjin’s inner thighs, keeping him completely pinned, completely helpless.
"Look at you," Felix whispered, his deep voice thick and raspy from the fullness in his mouth. "You're so loud, Jinnie. Tell me how it feels to have my whiny mouth all over you."
"It's driving me... crazy," Hyunjin groaned, his voice cracking as he reached down, his fingers tangling roughly into Felix's blonde hair, not to pull him away, but to guide the pace. His hips were trembling, the ache inside him mutating into a heavy, dark need that went far deeper than a simple release. He didn't just want to be served; he wanted to consume.
He wanted to take this temporary surrender and turn it into something absolute.
"Don't stop. Take it all, Lix... because the second you let me up from this desk, I’m going to tear you apart."
Felix didn’t flinch at the threat.
If anything, the dark promise in Hyunjin’s voice only made his eyes darken further, a dangerous, heavy heat settling deep in his pupils. He let out another low, vibrating hum against Hyunjin’s skin, a sound of pure, unadulterated compliance mixed with absolute control.
Slowly, deliberately, Felix lowered his head again.
He didn't just slide back on; he swirled his tongue languidly around the crown, coating it in a thick, hot layer of slick before engulfing him entirely. He took the heavy length deeper this time, his throat stretching and contracting around the thickness, his lips sealing tightly around the base with a fierce, possessive suction.
"God...ahh.. Lixie ," Hyunjin cried out, a loud, broken gasp ripping from his throat as his spine arched completely off the production desk.
The visual was driving him insane. Felix was entirely focused, his bare shoulders glistening, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his flushed cheeks as his head moved in a slow, agonizingly steady rhythm. Every wet, sliding friction was heavy and calculated, designed to push Hyunjin right to the absolute precipice without letting him fall over the edge just yet.
Hyunjin’s hands fisted tightly into Felix’s hair, his knuckles white, his breath coming in short, needy stutters.
He was completely trapped between the desk and the unholy warmth of Felix’s mouth, his hips twitching involuntarily with every deep, suffocating swallow Felix forced himself to take.
The sheer, raw seduction of the moment was overwhelming; the heavy scent of their combined heat filled the small, soundproof vacuum of the room.
Felix paused at the base, his nose burying into the soft hair of Hyunjin's lower stomach as he inhaled sharply, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin. He looked up through his bangs, his lips wet and parted, his gaze dripping with a heavy, seductive malice.
"You're shaking so badly, Jinnie," Felix whispered, his deep voice a raspy, gravelly purr that sent a violent shiver down Hyunjin's bare thighs.
He slowly wrapped his hand around the glistening shaft, pumping it once, twice, with a slow, agonizing friction that drew a strangled whine from the older boy.
"Are you really going to tear me apart? Or are you just going to break right here in my mouth?"
"Try me," Hyunjin growled, his voice thick with a dark, dangerous desperation.
He tugged firmly on Felix’s hair, pulling him up just enough to press a hard, frantic, wet kiss directly onto his swollen lips, tasting himself on Felix’s tongue.
The friction of their bare chests rubbing together was agonizing. "Get back down there and finish it, Lix. Put that pretty mouth to work before I lose the last of my patience and take exactly what I want."
Felix’s eyes flared at the roughness, the wet taste of Hyunjin’s own desire on his tongue only serving to fuel the unholy heat between them.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He dropped back down between Hyunjin’s thighs with a feral, heavy intensity, his bare chest slick with sweat as it dragged against Hyunjin's trembling knees.
He didn't just take him back in; he devoured him.
Felix opened his throat, swallowing the thick length down with a sudden, deep, suffocating pull that had his nose burying hard into Hyunjin’s lower belly.
The suction was intense, tight, and completely unyielding. He wrapped both hands around the base, his fingers slick with pre-come, pumping the bottom while his mouth worked the top with a messy, wet, frantic devotion.
"F-Fuck! Lix!" Hyunjin shrieked, his voice cracking completely as his head slammed back into the console. A row of faders clicked under his frantic, clawing fingers as he tried to find purchase, his entire lower half jerking violently against the desk.
The soundproofing was the only thing saving them.
Hyunjin was losing his mind, screaming loud and unhinged into the empty room, his eyes rolled back so far that only the whites were showing.
The sight of Felix’s bare, freckled back arching, his throat visibly bulging and contracting around his member, was a level of raw, filthy exhibitionism that pushed Hyunjin past the point of no return.
Felix pulled back with a loud, wet pop, his mouth glistening, a thick string of saliva pooling on his chin.
He didn't let Hyunjin breathe for even a second.
He leaned up, rubbing his sensitive, swollen nipples directly against the head of Hyunjin’s pulsing member, smearing the slick over his own bare torso before sliding his mouth right back down over the crown with an aggressive, hungry swirl of his tongue.
He was teasing the very tip, suckling the sensitive ridge until Hyunjin’s hips were throwing themselves upward in blind, desperate spasms.
"Stop... please, stop torturing me," Hyunjin gasped out, a sob of pure, overloaded pleasure catching in his throat.
He dug his nails directly into Felix’s bare shoulders, leaving white marks that would turn red within seconds. "I'm going to pre... I'm going to blow, Lix, get off—"
"No," Felix growled against his skin, his deep voice vibrating directly through Hyunjin’s shaft.
He looked up, his face flushed a dark, violent crimson, his eyes completely wild and blown out with a lust that matched Hyunjin's word for word. He took him down to the hilt one more time, holding him there, letting Hyunjin feel the tight, pulsing squeeze of his throat.
When Felix finally slid off, he didn't move away.
He stayed on his knees, his lips wet and parted, panting heavily as he looked up at the dripping, violently twitching length before him. He let out a low, breathless laugh, his tongue flicking out to lick a stray drop from his upper lip.
"You're done being served, Jinnie," Felix whispered, his voice dripping with an agonizingly hot, seductive malice as he crawled upward, dragging his bare, sticky chest over Hyunjin’s thighs until he was hovering right over his face.
"I'm completely empty. Flip me over and fuck me until I can't look at another person without seeing your face."
The declaration hung in the vacuum of the studio like a spark over gasoline.
Hyunjin didn’t wait for the echo of Felix’s voice to fade. Every ounce of the frustration, the possessive jealousy, and the looming terror of tomorrow’s flight coalesced into a single, explosive burst of movement.
He grabbed Felix by his bare waist, his fingers digging into the soft skin with bruising force, and flipped him onto the massive production desk in one fluid, heavy motion. A stack of discarded lyric sheets and cables scattered to the floor, clattering loudly against the linoleum, but neither of them looked down.
Felix hit the desk on his back, his breath leaving him in a sharp, startled hitch. Before he could even blink, Hyunjin was crowding over him, a dark, suffocating shadow.
Hyunjin’s knees wedged themselves between Felix’s thighs, forcing them wide apart, pinning Felix's legs flush against his own broad shoulders
.
"You want me to destroy you?" Hyunjin growled, his voice stripped of all melody, reduced to a raw, trembling snarl. "You think you can play with me all night, push me to the edge, and just walk away clean?"
Felix didn’t answer with words.
He arched his back off the cool wood of the desk, his bare chest glistening with a layer of sweat, his nipples dark and fiercely erect from the cold air and the friction. He threw his head back, his throat bared like an offering, his chest heaving in frantic, shallow gasps. His eyes were completely gone—blown out, glassy, and tracking Hyunjin's face with a desperate, wild hunger.
Hyunjin leaned down, slamming his mouth over Felix’s. It wasn't a kiss; it was a collision. He bit Felix’s bottom lip until he tasted iron, his tongue invading Felix's mouth with a violent, deep rhythm that matched the frantic pounding of their hearts. Felix whimpered into the kiss, his hands scrambling up to grip the fabric of Hyunjin's torn shirt, pulling him down, wanting to erase every millimeter of air between their chests.
Hyunjin pulled away just an inch, a string of saliva breaking between them, his breath hot and ragged against Felix’s wet lips.
Without a single second of hesitation, Hyunjin reached down between their bodies. He aligned his heavy, dripping member against Felix's tight, pulsing heat, coating the entrance in one long, agonizingly slow smear of slick.
Felix’s hips twitched violently at the contact, a sharp, breathless gasp ripping from his lungs. "Jinnie... please... now—"
"Look at me," Hyunjin commanded, his hand flying to Felix’s throat, not to choke, but to anchor him, his thumb pressing hard against Felix's frantic pulse. "Look at exactly what you asked for."
With a brutal, unyielding surge of his hips, Hyunjin drove himself inside. He didn't ease into it. He buried himself to the absolute hilt in one single, deep, devastating thrust that filled Felix completely.
Felix’s eyes rolled back, his entire body going rigid as a high, shattered shriek tore from his throat.
The sound was deafeningly loud in the small, soundproof room, a raw expression of pure, unadulterated sensory overload. His fingers clawed frantically at the smooth veneer of the production desk, his toes curling as his inner muscles clamped down around Hyunjin’s thickness like a vice, pulsing and twitching in shock.
"God, Lix... you're so tight, it's unholy," Hyunjin groaned, a harsh, pained sound tearing from his chest. He stayed buried inside him for a fraction of a second, letting them both drown in the sheer, overwhelming heat of the stretch, his own body trembling uncontrollably from the friction.
Then, he began to move.
Hyunjin pulled back until he was nearly clear of the wet heat, before driving back in with a fierce, punishing velocity. He didn't give Felix time to breathe, time to think, or time to recover. He established a brutal, rhythmic pace, his hips slamming against Felix’s with a wet, heavy clapping sound that echoed off the soundproof panels.
"Ah! Ah! Hyunjin!" Felix screamed, his voice cracking, completely dismantled. Every time Hyunjin hit his deepest point, Felix’s body would shudder, his hands flying up to grip Hyunjin’s damp hair, trying to pull him down, trying to survive the sheer force of the friction.
The visual was pure filth—Felix pinned beneath him on the desk, his pale, freckled skin flushing a deep, violent crimson, his lower half completely engulfed by Hyunjin’s relentless assault.
"Say it," Hyunjin rasped, his teeth sinking into Felix’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a permanent mark for the airport tomorrow. He withdrew and slammed back in, harder this time, making the heavy console groan under their combined weight. "Tell me whose face you're going to see when you're alone."
"Yours... ah! Only yours!" Felix sobbed, his head thrashing side to side on the desk, his tears mixing with the sweat on his temples.
He bucked his hips upward, meeting every single thrust with a frantic, desperate devotion, completely addicted to the way Hyunjin was re-writing his nervous system. "Ruin me... Jinnie, please, don't stop... fuck me harder..."
The tension in the room was suffocating, a breathless, heavy vacuum of raw lust and impending goodbye.
Hyunjin increased the speed, his movements becoming faster, slicker, and completely unhinged, driving them both straight toward the edge of total oblivion.
The friction between them had turned into a wildfire, a relentless, sliding heat that left no room for anything but the sound of their ragged breathing and the heavy, rhythmic thuds of the production desk. Hyunjin was completely blind to the world, his vision reduced to the flush of Felix's skin, the frantic rise and fall of his bare chest, and the way those deep, unholy moans kept ripping out of his swollen lips.
He shifted his grip, sliding his hands under Felix's knees to pull his thighs even wider, pinning them flat against the desk.
The new angle allowed him to drive in even deeper, hitting that sweet, agonizing spot with every single unyielding thrust.
"Ah! Hyunjin!" Felix shrieked, his voice splitting on a high, breathless note as his fingers clawed blindly at the slick wood of the console. His spine arched completely off the surface, his head throwing back as a violent tremor shot straight through his core. The tight, wet heat of his walls was clamping down around Hyunjin’s length so hard it was forcing a low, continuous growl from the taller boy's throat.
"You're so loud, Lix," Hyunjin gasped, his breath hot and frantic against Felix’s wet cheek. He didn’t slow down for a single second; the pace was brutal, a fast, slippery, bruising rhythm that was pushing them both past the point of sanity. Sweat dripped from the tips of Hyunjin’s hair, landing on Felix’s collarbone, mixing with the heat radiating between their bodies. "Tell me you're not going to forget this. Tell me."
"I can't... ahh!... I can't breathe, Jinnie please," Felix sobbed out, his eyes completely rolled back, his face a beautiful, wrecked mask of pure pleasure.
He bucked his hips upward instinctively, meeting the heavy, wet impact of Hyunjin’s groin with a desperate, frantic hunger. He was entirely consumed, his body twitching around the thick invasion, completely lost to the feeling of being filled up until there was no room left for fear or distance.
Hyunjin lost the last thread of his composure.
The internal tension snapped, and he began to drive into Felix with a feral, chaotic speed. Every thrust was a breathless demand, a slick, desperate collision that had the faders on the desk rattling against the metal plates. He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of Felix’s neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin over his pulse point as his hips worked in a relentless, blinding blur.
"I'm close, Lix... God, I'm going to break," Hyunjin choked out, his voice a dark, fractured whisper that was swallowed by the thick insulation of the room.
Felix’s hands flew to the back of Hyunjin’s shirt, pulling him down with a sudden, shocking strength, his legs locking tightly around Hyunjin's waist to trap him inside. "Come inside me," Felix screamed, a raw, unhinged plea that vibrated right against Hyunjin’s chest.
"Take it all, Jinnie... fill me up... don't you dare hold back!"
With a final, desperate surge, Hyunjin drove himself to the absolute hilt, his entire body locking up as a thick, white-hot wave of release tore through him.
He let out a loud, ruined cry, pinning Felix flat against the desk as his member pulsed violently deep inside Felix's core, unloading everything into the tight, squeezing heat. Felix gave one last, high, shattered whimper, his own body convulsing in a sympathetic, breathless climax that left them both shaking, spent, and completely ruined in the absolute silence of the room.
The violent, crashing rhythm of the last few hours dissolved into a profound, heavy stillness. The only sound left in the soundproof room was the raw, synchronized sound of their breathing—slowly settling from frantic gasps into long, shuddering exhales.
Hyunjin remained buried deep inside Felix, his forehead resting against the cool surface of the production desk just beside Felix's head. His broad shoulders were still trembling slightly from the sheer force of the release, his skin slick with sweat where it pressed against Felix’s bare, marked chest.
Slowly, as if the spell of the chaotic friction had finally broken, Hyunjin shifted his weight. He didn't pull away; instead, he braced his forearms on either side of Felix’s head, lifting himself just enough to look down. The dark, manic intensity in his eyes had melted, replaced by an overwhelming, soft vulnerability that made his chest ache.
Felix lay beneath him, completely undone. His blonde hair was damp and plastered to his forehead, his lips swollen, wet, and slightly parted. But as his vision finally focused on Hyunjin, his glassy, dilated eyes softened. A tiny, incredibly tender smile touched the corners of his mouth.
Hyunjin reached up, his long, trembling fingers gently brushing the damp strands of hair away from Felix’s face. His touch was so light, so reverent, it was hard to believe those same hands had been bruising Felix's hips just moments before.
"Lixie," Hyunjin whispered. His voice was a low, cracked shadow, entirely stripped of the rough, commanding edge from before. It was just Hyunjin.
Felix didn't speak. He just reached up, his bare arms sliding around Hyunjin’s neck, pulling him down with a gentle, unhurried insistence.
When their lips met this time, the world shifted entirely. The biting, punishing hunger was gone. It was a soft, deeply passionate, and satisfied kiss—a slow, melting slide of lips that tasted of salt, sweat, and absolute surrender. Hyunjin poured everything into it, his mouth moving with a lingering sweetness that felt like a quiet apology and a desperate promise all at once.
Felix sighed into the kiss, his fingers tangling softly in the hair at the nape of Hyunjin's neck, arching his chest up just to feel the heavy warmth of Hyunjin's heartbeat against his own.
They stayed like that for a long time, sharing breaths, their lips parting only a fraction before finding each other again, cementing the quiet peace that had settled over the ruin of the studio.
When Hyunjin finally pulled back just an inch, his nose brushed against Felix's, his gaze locking onto the younger boy’s eyes with a weight that felt heavier than any physical touch.
"I love you," Hyunjin breathed, the confession slipping out of him like a secret he could no longer hold inside. His voice trembled, his thumb gently tracing the line of Felix's cheekbone.
"I love you so much, Felix. It terrifies me how much. Going on that plane tomorrow... being away from you... it feels like I’m leaving half of myself behind in this room."
Felix’s breath caught, a beautiful, genuine warmth blooming across his face, reaching all the way to his eyes. He tightened his hold around Hyunjin’s neck, pulling him down until their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling.
"I love you too, Jinnie," Felix whispered, his deep voice carrying a quiet, unshakable certainty that grounded the entire room. "More than I know how to say. Don't be afraid of the distance. Look at what we just did. Look at how much of me you take with you."
Felix reached down, placing his palm flat against Hyunjin’s chest, right over his racing heart.
"You own me, Hyunjin. Completely. Every mark on my skin, every thought in my head—it’s all yours. No matter how many miles are between us tomorrow, I’m right here, waiting for you to come back and do this all over again."
A soft, breathless laugh escaped Hyunjin’s lips, the tight knot of anxiety that had been twisting in his chest all day finally unraveling. He leaned down, pressing one more soft, lingering kiss to Felix's lips, then to his forehead, and finally into the crook of his neck, burying his face in the scent of him, completely safe in the quiet, absolute certainty of their love.
Then the realization hit them both at once, a sudden, cold splash of water in the middle of their fever.
Hyunjin froze, his hands still anchored to Felix's hips, his forehead pressed against the damp, heated skin of Felix's neck.
The frantic, grinding friction slowed, then stuttered to a halt, leaving them both gasping for air in the sudden, ringing silence of the room.
The reality of the morning-the flight, the airport, the thousands of miles-crashed into the room, making their desperate, messy intimacy feel fragile.
Felix's breath hitched, his eyes snapping open. He looked up at Hyunjin, his expression dazed and shattered. The playful, taunting brat was gone, replaced by something raw and terrified. He looked at Hyunjin's face, tracing the sharp, pained line of his jaw with a shaky hand.
"California," Felix whispered, the word sounding like a death sentence in the small, soundproof space. His voice trembled, the defiance stripped away to reveal the ache underneath.
"You're actually going. You're really going to leave me here."
Hyunjin let out a broken, ragged breath, his grip on Felix's waist tightening until his knuckles were white. He buried his face in the crook of Felix's shoulder, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding himself together.
"I don't want to go," Hyunjin rasped, his voice thick, sounding younger and more vulnerable than he ever dared to be.
"I hate it. I hate that I have to get on that plane. I hate that I won't be able to touch you, or hear you, or see you look at me like that."
He pulled back just enough to look Felix in the eyes, his own gaze dark with a frantic, possessive intensity.
"You were right. You were right about everything. I'm a mess. I'm a pathetic, needy mess because I can't imagine a single second of tomorrow without you."
Felix reached up, his palms cupping Hyunjin's face, his thumbs stroking over his flushed, damp skin. He looked like he was trying to memorize every inch of Hyunjin's features, his eyes brimming with a fierce, painful love.
"Then look at me," Felix commanded, his voice barely a breath.
"Stop thinking about the airport. Stop thinking about the flight. You're here. You're mine, right now, in this room, and I'm going to make sure that when you're sitting on that plane, every single cell in your body is still screaming my name."
Hyunjin gave a harsh, wet laugh, leaning forward to kiss Felix-not with the frantic, violent hunger from a moment ago, but with a deep, crushing desperation. He wanted to imprint himself onto Felix, to leave no doubt that he was coming back.
"You're a cruel, beautiful monster," Hyunjin breathed against his lips, his hands moving to tangle firmly in Felix's hair, forcing him to stay anchored. "You know exactly how to ruin me."
Felix's fingers dug into Hyunjin's shoulders, pulling him down, closing the tiny gap that remained between them.
"I'm not ruining you, Jinnie. I'm just making it so you never, ever want to leave again."
They were both shaking-not from the exertion of their wrestling, but from the terrifying, exhilarating realization that this goodbye was going to be the hardest thing they had ever done.
They held onto each other like they were drowning, their bodies tangled in the messy, clothes-bunched, breathless aftermath of their argument, refusing to let the reality of the morning break the fragile, intense bubble they had built inside the studio.
The heavy, soundproof door of the studio had never felt so much like a barrier against a firing squad.
Outside that door, the digital clock on the studio microwave was relentlessly ticking toward dawn, but inside the vacuum, the air remained thick with the scent of their spent adrenaline, sweat, and the crushing weight of reality.
Hyunjin didn't pull out of him.
He couldn't.
The thought of creating even a millimeter of physical distance right now felt too much like a rehearsal for the morning. Instead, he collapsed his weight carefully over Felix, burying his face deep into the hollow of Felix’s neck, his broad shoulders rising and falling in heavy, shuddering hitches.
Felix’s hands, still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of the climax, slid up from Hyunjin’s face to wrap tightly around his back. His fingers dug into the damp fabric of Hyunjin’s shirt, pulling him down, trying to fuse their chests together so tightly that their heartbeats would have no choice but to sync.
"How many hours?" Felix whispered into the dark room, his deep voice muffled against Hyunjin’s hair. The airy, teasing lilt from earlier was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, cracked vulnerability. "Before you have to go to the dorms and get your bags?"
Hyunjin swallowed hard, the movement painful against Felix’s collarbone. "Three," he rasped. "Maybe less. The manager is texting at five."
A choked, bitter sound escaped Felix’s throat—a laugh that cut off into a sharp intake of breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, his long eyelashes wet against his cheeks. "Three hours to pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist."
"We don't need three hours for that," Hyunjin murmured, finally lifting his head. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips swollen and stained a deep red from where Felix had bitten him.
He looked down at the pale, freckled chest beneath him, now completely mapped with the small, red marks he had left—marks that would turn into deep, telltale bruises by the time he boarded the plane.
Slowly, with an agonizing tenderness, Hyunjin shifted his hips. He withdrew from the tight, lingering warmth of Felix’s body with a low, pained groan, the loss of contact instantly making the air feel freezing cold against their sweat-slicked skin.
Felix let out a small, broken whimper at the separation, his legs slowly sliding down from where they had been locked around Hyunjin’s waist, hitting the smooth veneer of the production desk with a soft thud. He felt empty, cold, and terrifyingly light.
But before the chill could fully settle, Hyunjin reached down. He picked up his discarded jacket from the floor and gently draped it over Felix’s bare, shivering torso. Then, he climbed onto the desk entirely, pulling Felix into his lap, wrapping his long arms around him until Felix was completely encased in his warmth, tucked securely against his chest.
Felix buried his face directly into the crook of Hyunjin’s neck, his fingers clutching at the lapels of the jacket. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of Hyunjin’s skin, his cologne, and the heavy musk of what they had just shared.
"I'm going to take a picture of the marks," Felix whispered into the silence, his voice dropping into that quiet, steady register that always grounded them. "The ones on my neck. The ones on my stomach. Every time I miss you, every time the group chat gets too quiet because you're in a different time zone, I'm going to look at them."
Hyunjin’s throat tightened so hard it ached. He rested his chin on top of Felix’s head, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles on the small of Felix’s back, right through the fabric of the jacket.
"You don't need pictures to remember me, Lixie," Hyunjin whispered, his voice thick with an emotion he could barely contain. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of Felix’s head,
then down to the tip of his earlobe, avoiding the bruising marks but retaining the absolute intimacy of the touch. "I’m in your skin. I’m in the mix of that track on the monitor. I’m everywhere in this room."
"It's not enough," Felix choked out, his fingers tightening on Hyunjin's shirt until his knuckles turned white. He pulled back just enough to look up, his dark eyes fiercely commanding even through the tears threatening to spill over.
"When you're in California, when the fans are screaming your name, when you're looking at the ocean... you remember this room. You remember the sound of the desk rattling. You remember how you begged me."
Hyunjin let out a soft, wet laugh, his heart breaking and healing all at once under the sheer, possessive force of Felix’s love. He leaned down, catching Felix’s wet, swollen lips in a slow, deep, devastatingly sweet kiss. It wasn't the frantic, unhinged friction of their lust; it was a quiet, solemn vow.
"I couldn't forget if I tried, Lix," Hyunjin breathed against his lips, his thumb wiping away a stray tear from Felix's cheek. "I’m your whore, remember? You told me so yourself."
Felix let out a genuine, breathless giggle, the tension in his shoulders finally melting as he rested his forehead against Hyunjin’s. "Yeah. You are. Don't you dare forget it."
They stayed like that as the minutes bled away into the dark, tangled together on the production desk in the middle of a room that held their dirtiest secrets and their most fragile truths, resolutely ignoring the sunrise waiting just outside the insulation.