11. The RUMORS

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*rumors starting to spread*

It started small.

A blurry photo.

A rumor in a fan café.

Someone had spotted Felix leaving a building late at night, his mask pulled too low, his hair hidden under a cap. And not long after, Jimin was seen leaving the same building.

The internet was quick quicker than either of them could breathe.

"Why are Felix and Jimin always around the same schedules?"

"Did anyone notice how they look at each other on stage?"

"No way... right?"

Hashtags crawled onto T*****r trends: #JiminFelix, #LixMin, and even crueler ones. Some fans laughed it off, some defended them but others sharpened their words into weapons.

At practice, Felix's phone buzzed endlessly. He stared at the screen, his stomach tight. He hadn't opened the apps, but he didn't need to. The notifications were enough to tell him.

Bang Chan noticed. He pulled Felix aside quietly. "You okay, mate?"

Felix tried to smile, but his voice cracked. "They... they're talking about me and Jimin hyung. The fans noticed."

Chan's eyes softened, though his jaw tightened. "You knew this could happen. Do you regret it?"

Felix looked down, then shook his head firmly. "No. Never. I just... don't want ARMY or Stay to hate us."

Across town, Jimin sat in the BTS dorm, his phone on the table, the screen lit with trending hashtags. The room was quiet, all the members pretending to do their own things, but everyone knew.

Finally, Jungkook spoke up. "Hyung... you should stay low for now. People are starting to talk."

Jimin's hands curled into fists. "Stay low? And leave Felix to deal with this alone? I can't."

Namjoon sighed, leaning forward. "Jimin-ah, listen. I'm not saying to abandon him. But every move you make is watched. If you're not careful, you'll drag him under with you."

Jimin's voice broke, a mixture of anger and desperation. "But I can't just pretend he doesn't exist."

Silence followed. No one argued with that.

That night, Jimin sent a message:

Don't look at the comments. Don't let them touch you. You're mine okay and that's all that matters.

Felix stared at the words for a long time, tears stinging his eyes. His reply was shaky but true:

I'm not afraid, hyung. As long as you want me, I'll stay.

And somewhere between the hashtags and whispers, between the fans who loved them and the ones who cursed them, Felix and Jimin held onto that small truth.

The world was beginning to notice.

The darkness was no longer just theirs.

The city was loud that night cars rushing, people laughing, neon lights flickering. But Felix moved like a shadow, his hood pulled low, mask tight. Every step felt dangerous, but his heart was louder than his fear.

When he reached the quiet apartment, the door opened before he could knock. Jimin pulled him inside quickly, locking it behind them. His hands didn't let go.

For a moment, neither spoke. They just stood in the dark hallway, holding each other like the world outside was on fire.

Finally, Jimin whispered against Felix's hair, "I was going crazy. Every rumor, every comment... I kept thinking you'd decide it's too much."

Felix shook his head hard, his voice deep and steady. "I don't care what they say. I only care about you."

Jimin pulled back, searching his face. His eyes were wet, his voice breaking. "But they're cruel, Felix. They'll hurt you. I can take it I've been through it but you..." His fingers trembled as they cupped Felix's cheek. "I don't want them to destroy you."

Felix leaned into the touch, his freckles glowing in the dim light. "Hyung, listen. The first time I saw you, I already knew I was lost. You think some words online can scare me more than the thought of losing you?"

Jimin's lips parted, no answer coming. Instead, he pulled Felix closer, their mouths meeting in a desperate kiss. It wasn't gentle it was raw, like they were trying to erase the world with each other's taste.

Felix pushed him back toward the couch, both of them falling into the cushions. Their breaths mixed, rough and needy, hands clutching tight like they might slip apart if they let go.

"I need you to say it again," Jimin whispered against his lips, voice low and demanding. "Say you're mine."

Felix's voice cracked, but he obeyed, eyes burning with devotion. "I'm yours, Jimin. Only yours."

Jimin kissed him harder, teeth grazing, hands roaming. Every touch was a promise, every kiss a confession of how much they needed each other.

The night stretched long. They talked between kisses, whispered fears and wild promises, touched each other with tenderness and fire. At times they laughed softly, at times they cried, but through it all, they clung together like there was no tomorrow.

By the time silence filled the room again, they were tangled in each other, sheets pulled halfway, hearts still racing. Felix's head rested on Jimin's chest, listening to the steady heartbeat.

"Even if the whole world turns against us," Felix murmured, half-asleep, "I'll still be here."

Jimin's arms tightened around him. His reply was soft, fierce, certain:

"And if they come for you, they'll have to kill me first."

In the shadows of that room, the world couldn't reach them. For one more night, they were safe.

*(BTS and STRAYKIDS called for meeting)*

The meeting room was silent, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Stray Kids on one side, BTS on the other. Managers had pushed for this too many rumors, too many eyes watching.

Felix sat with his hands in his lap, eyes lowered, heart pounding. Jimin was across the table, watching him like a tether both comforted and terrified.

Bang Chan broke the silence first. His tone was firm, but his eyes softened as they flicked to Felix.

"So. Everyone's seen the rumors. We can't ignore it anymore."

Namjoon leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. "We're not here to attack anyone. But we need to be smart. This isn't just about Felix and Jimin it's about both groups, our careers, our fans."

Felix lifted his head, voice trembling but sure. "Hyungs what are we gonna do?"

Jimin's jaw tightened, his voice low but strong. "I've tried to stay quiet, but it's eating me alive. I won't let him carry this alone, because I love him"

The room shifted. Some eyes softened, others hardened.

Hyunjin leaned closer to Felix, whispering almost to himself, "You really mean it, huh? From the start."

Felix nodded, his freckles catching the light. "From the very first time."

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, sighing. "Honestly, it's crazy... but when I see the way Jimin looks at him, I can't say it's fake."

Changbin frowned, crossing his arms. "Crazy doesn't even cover it. Do you realize the storm this could cause if it gets worse? Fans can turn on us in a second."

Jungkook glanced between Jimin and Felix, then spoke softly, almost protectively. "But we all know what it feels like to be trapped in this life. Maybe... maybe they deserve to breathe."

The managers exchanged nervous looks. This wasn't the kind of conversation they wanted.

Namjoon finally spoke again, steady and calm. "If this is real and I can see it is then both of you need to decide how far you're willing to go. Because once the world sees, there's no turning back."

Felix reached across the table, his fingers brushing the wood, eyes never leaving Jimin. "I already decided."

Jimin's lips curved into a small, pained smile. "So did I."

The room went quiet again. No one had the perfect answer. No one could solve what was coming. But one thing was clear Felix and Jimin weren't letting go.

Bang Chan exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Then we protect them. Whatever it takes, because as a leader of Skz their happiness matters to me a lot".

Namjoon nodded slowly. "Agreed. If this is the road they're on, we stand behind them. But... you two need to be careful. Don't hand your enemies the knife."

Felix and Jimin shared a look across the table one filled with fire, fear, and love. For the first time, they weren't completely alone.

The city was quiet that night, as if it knew it had to keep their secret.

Felix slipped through the back entrance of the building, his heart racing with every step. He had promised Chan he'd be careful, but nothing could stop him from being here.

When he opened the door to Jimin's apartment, he barely had time to breathe before arms wrapped around him tight. Jimin pulled him inside, pressing his face into Felix's shoulder.

"You came," Jimin whispered, voice breaking.

Felix smiled faintly, wrapping his arms around him. "Of course. After today... I needed you."

They held each other for a long time, neither moving, neither speaking. Just listening to the sound of their hearts.

Finally, Jimin pulled back enough to look at him. His eyes were red, but his smile was soft. "Do you know what it meant, hearing your leader say he'd protect you?"

Felix nodded slowly. "It felt like I could finally breathe".

Jimin kissed him then. It wasn't desperate like before; it was slow, lingering, sweet. A kiss that said: thank you for choosing me.

They moved to the cabinets beside them, their hands never letting go. Jimin tucked Felix against him, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't deserve this," Jimin whispered. "You're so young, so pure... and here I am, dragging you into something dangerous."

Felix lifted his head, his deep voice steady. "Stop saying that. I'm not a child. I chose you. I want this... I want you."

The way Felix's voice cracked on those words shattered Jimin. He pulled him closer, lips brushing his ear. "Say it again."

"I want you," Felix whispered, trembling. "Always."

Their mouths met again, hotter this time, a kiss that deepened until both of them were gasping. Jimin's hands slid under Felix's shirt, tracing his skin with a touch that was both tender and possessive.

"I don't care if I burn for this," Jimin murmured against his lips. "You're mine."

Felix's breath hitched, his voice breaking as he clung tighter. "Then burn with me, hyung and never dare to let go of me."

The night swallowed them, their kisses growing into something deeper, their touches more desperate. They didn't just love they consumed, claimed, and promised.

By the time exhaustion finally took them, they were tangled together on the couch, Felix's head resting on Jimin's chest. The world outside kept spinning, rumors kept growing but inside, in their stolen hours, they were untouchable.

The soft light of dawn slipped through the room curtains, painting the room in shades of gold. Felix stirred awake, his cheek still pressed against Jimin's chest. Their legs tangled beneath the sheets, their bodies sticky with sweat from the night before.

Jimin's arm was still wrapped tightly around Felix's waist, as if letting go would mean losing him forever. Even in sleep, Jimin held on.

Felix tilted his head, staring at Jimin's face. His heart ached. "How can someone be this beautiful? " Felix's thoughts 💭, Jimin blonde hair was messy, lips slightly swollen from all the kisses, his breathing slow and calm.

But the peace outside their room was nothing like the storm waiting for them.

Felix's phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached for it carefully, not to wake Jimin. Dozens of notifications lit up the screen articles, fan tweets, rumors spreading like wildfire. "BTS's Jimin spotted with Stray Kids' Felix?" "Secret meeting? Hidden romance?"

His chest tightened. Fear rushed in, but when he looked back at Jimin, that fear softened. Jimin's eyes fluttered open, catching Felix in his gaze.

"You're awake already?" Jimin whispered, his voice husky from sleep.

Felix forced a smile. "Yeah... I didn't want to wake you."

Jimin pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to Felix's hair. "Don't look at your phone first thing in the morning. Look at me instead."

Felix laughed softly, but his eyes burned. "Hyung... what if this gets worse? What if they hate me because of you?"

Jimin's hand moved to Felix's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. His voice dropped, deep and full of need.

"Are you scared already?, i just want you. Even if the whole world turns against me... I'll still choose you."

Felix's breath hitched, his heart breaking and healing at the same time. He leaned in, kissing Jimin with all the fear, love, and desperation tangled inside him. The kiss grew deeper, almost hungry, as if both of them were scared this might be their last safe moment.

That was all Jimin needed. He rolled on top of Felix, their bodies fitting together perfectly, and the morning once again melted into a fire only they knew how to create obsession, love, and a touch of danger.

Outside, the world was loud with rumors. But inside that room, it was only them. Always only them.

(Author)

Next part will be hot cuz Jimin and Felix are in trouble.