3.Obsession and possession

The next few days, Felix buried himself in practice, letting the rhythm of dance and the burn in his muscles distract him. He laughed louder with his members, joined their late night snacks, and forced himself to sleep early. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Jimin on that rooftop.

The way he stood under the city lights. The way he whispered, "You'll come back."

And worst of all Felix knew a part of him wanted to.

The first message came late at night. A simple one.

"Are you still pretending you don't think of me?"

Felix stared at the glowing screen, he breathed so deeply, tempted to reply, but he locked the phone instead. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

The second message came the next day.

"You look tired. Don't forget to eat."

His chest tightened. How did Jimin know? Was he watching me?, Or was it just a guess? Either way, it made his skin prickle.

Felix ignored that one too.

But then, during a music show recording, it happened.

Stray Kids had just finished performing, sweat dripping down their temples as they bowed and moved backstage. Felix trailed behind, head down, when suddenly he froze.

Jimin was there, leaning casually against the wall, dressed in black, his eyes sharp but calm. Nobody else seemed to notice him waiting. But Felix did.

Their gazes locked, and Felix felt his chest squeeze. He wanted to look away, to walk past, but his body betrayed him, his steps slowed.

Jimin smirked, and said "Invisible to everyone, but clear to you Felix."

As the staff called for him, Felix forced himself forward, brushing past without a word. But just as he did, he felt it something slip into his pocket.

His heart raced. He didn't check it until later, when he was alone in the dressing room.

It was a small note, folded neatly.

“You can keep ignoring me, but your eyes never lie.”

Felix's fingers trembled as he clutched the paper. His pulse was wild, his body caught in a storm of fear and longing. He wanted to escape. But deep down, he knew He was already caught.

Felix sat on the van ride home, staring out the window, the city lights blurring past. His members were chatting about food, music, and inside jokes, but he couldn't focus. His hand stayed inside his pocket, clutching the folded note Jimin had slipped him earlier.

His eyes never lie. That's what the note said.

And it was true. No matter how hard he tried to act normal, he couldn't hide the way Jimin's presence shattered his steeze and composure.

The next evening, Felix lingered after rehearsal. The others had already headed out, but he stayed behind, saying he wanted to practice his lines once more.

He didn't hear the footsteps until they were too close.

"Practicing alone?"

Felix spun around, his breath catching. Jimin stood in the doorway of the empty rehearsal room, dressed in casual black, a cap pulled low but not enough to hide the glint in his eyes.

Felix's chest tightened. "Hyung... you shouldn't be here."

"Neither should you." Jimin's lips curved slightly as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. The lock clicked.

Felix's pulse skyrocketed. He stepped back instinctively, but Jimin advanced slowly, like a predator closing in.

"I told myself I'd give you time," Jimin said softly, his voice smooth but dangerous. "But watching you pretend... it's frustrating, do you even know what you did to me since that day?."

Felix's back hit the mirror wall, his reflection trembling behind him. He shook his head, words spilling out desperately. "This isn't right, hyung. If someone finds comes in ..."

"No one will," Jimin interrupted sharply, his hand pressing lightly against the mirror beside Felix's head. He leaned in, his eyes locking Felix's in place.

Felix's breath stuttered. His entire body was trembling, but he couldn't move. He wanted to run, but he also wanted to stay, to drown in that dangerous warmth radiating from Jimin.

"Hyung..." Felix's voice cracked. "Let stop this"

Jimin said softly, "can you ?"

Felix couldn't say a word

Jimin's smirk faded, replaced by something darker. He leaned closer until Felix could feel the heat of his breath against his skin.

"Because you looked at me like I wasn't untouchable," Jimin whispered. "Like you wanted me, even when you knew you shouldn't. Do you know how rare that is?"

Felix's chest heaved, his lips trembling. He didn't answer he couldn't.

Jimin's hand brushed Felix's jaw, tilting his face up gently. His eyes softened, but the intensity in them remained. Jimin said "Stop fighting it. You'll only make it worse for yourself."

Felix's knees felt weak. His heart screamed to resist, but his body leaned forward just slightly, betraying him.

And Jimin smiled because he knew. Felix was already falling.

Felix's back pressed against the cold mirror, his reflection staring back at him with wide, trembling eyes. Jimin's hand rested on the glass beside his head, their faces so close Felix could feel the warmth of every breath.

The rehearsal room was silent. Too silent. Only the pounding in Felix's chest filled the space.

"Why do you look so afraid?" Jimin's voice was low, velvet smooth. "If you truly wanted me to stop, you wouldn't be here."

Felix's lips parted, but no words came out. He wanted to say no. He wanted to push Jimin away, to walk out the door and forget. But his body betrayed him his shoulders stayed pressed to the wall, frozen in place, waiting.

Jimin parted his head, studying him closely. "You're torn in half, aren't you? One side screaming to run... the other begging to stay."

His hand lifted slowly, brushing against Felix's jawline, featherlight, like he was testing how far he could go. Felix's breath hitched, his body trembling at the touch.

"Hyung..." Felix's voice cracked, desperate. "If someone—-"

"No one's here." Jimin's tone sharpened, eyes narrowing. "It's just us. Always just us."

The words sank into Felix like chains. And before he could stop himself, his eyes flickered down just once to Jimin's lips.

That was all it took.

Jimin leaned in, closing the space between them until their mouths were just a whisper apart. Felix's heart leapt violently, his breath stuttering, his entire body aching with confusion and need. But at the very last second, Jimin stopped.

He hovered there, lips barely brushing Felix's, enough to steal his breath but not enough to give it. His eyes glimmered, a mix of hunger and control.

"You see?" Jimin whispered. "You're already mine... and I haven't even touched you yet."

Felix's knees nearly gave out. He gripped the edge of the mirror for balance, his chest rising and falling in shaky bursts. He wanted to deny it, to say Jimin was wrong. But deep down, he knew he wasn't.

Jimin leaned back slowly, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he released Felix from the invisible cage. "Go," he said softly. "Before you forget how to walk away."

Felix staggered out of the room minutes later, his hands shaking, his lips tingling with the ghost of something that never quite happened.

And yet, it felt more real than anything ever had.

Felix thought he could forget. He told himself the brush of lips that never met, the whisper that clung to his skin, the look in Jimin's eyes it was nothing. But lies don't last long.

Every rehearsal, every show, every backstage encounter, Felix felt it the pull tightening like a rope around his chest. The more he tried to resist, the more it consumed him.

And the more Jimin see how stubborn he's, he begins to fall in love with him more and forgets the fact that he knew he shouldn't.

It was after another late rehearsal when it happened. Felix was packing his things and everyone has left, when he felt it that familiar shift in the air, that presence that made his skin prickle.

He didn't need to turn to know. Jimin was there.

The door clicked shut behind him, the lock sliding into place. Felix's pulse skyrocketed.

"Jimin hyung..." he whispered.

Jimin didn't answer right away. He crossed the room slowly, his gaze locked onto Felix's as if nothing else in the world existed. When he stopped, just inches away, his voice dropped low.

"You're still pretending."

Felix's breath stuttered. "I'm not..."

"You are." Jimin's hand reached out, brushing against Felix's wrist, then trailing higher, slow enough to make Felix shiver. "But your body tells the truth."

Felix said. "Hyung... we can't..."

Jimin leaned closer, his lips so near Felix could feel the heat of every word. "Then stop me."

The silence was deafening. Felix's chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, his fists clenching at his sides. He knew this was the moment the last chance to run. But he didn't move. He didn't stop him.

Jimin's lips captured his, to a soft kiss, soft at first, then deeper, fiercer, pulling Felix into a storm he couldn't escape. Felix gasped against his mouth, the sound swallowed instantly, his body pressed to the wall as Jimin's hands pinned him there.

It was overwhelming fear and longing tangled into one. His mind screamed of danger, of consequences, of lines crossed. But his heart... his heart betrayed him, beating with wild relief, as if it had been waiting for this all along, he tried so hard not to touch jimin while he kissed him, but his hand was shaking and betrayed him, because he felt every bit of that kisses. And he said with his inner voice " ~felix am i a gay, because why does this feel so good?~"

When Jimin finally pulled back, his lips lingered close, his breath hot against Felix's trembling skin.

Jimin whispered to Felix's neck "You didn't stop me,"

Felix's voice broke, almost inaudible. "I... I couldn't."

Jimin's smirk was soft, but his eyes burned dark. He pressed his forehead lightly against Felix's, his hand gripping his chin just enough to hold him still.

"Good," he murmured. "Because now, you're mine."

And Felix knew there was no going back.