5.Two words collide

That night, Felix returned to the dorm long after everyone was asleep. He collapsed onto his bed, staring at his shaking hands.

He told himself he'd stop. That this was the last time. But deep down, he knew he was already too far gone.

Days blurred together.

Schedules, rehearsals, interviews Felix went through them like a ghost. His smile was still there, his laugh still bright, but behind it was something else. Something gnawing at him from the inside.

He craved Jimin. Not just the touches. Not just the stolen kisses. But everything. His voice, his presence, the way he looked at him like no one else ever had.

Every hour apart felt unbearable. Every second with him felt like drowning and Felix didn't want to come up for air.

"Felix, are you listening?" Chan's voice cut through the fog one afternoon during practice.

Felix blinked, realizing he'd missed an entire cue. Sweat dampened his shirt, his chest heaving harder than it should have.

"Sorry, hyung," he muttered quickly, forcing a smile. "I'm fine."

But Chan didn't believe it. He watched Felix for a long moment, worry etched on his face, before turning back to the others.

Felix's stomach twisted with guilt. His members trusted him. They needed him.

And yet... all he could think about was slipping away again.

That night, he did.

The city lights blurred past as Felix made his way to the hidden warehouse. His chest was tight, his hands trembling, his body aching for something he couldn't explain.

The door creaked open.

And there Jimin was like he always was.

"Felix." His name was spoken like a claim, soft but unyielding.

Felix didn't hesitate this time. He crossed the room, hands fisting into Jimin's shirt as he crashed into him, lips desperate, greedy, needy.

Jimin caught him effortlessly, kissing him back with controlled fire, his grip firm around Felix's waist. When they finally broke apart, Felix's head fell against Jimin's chest, his breaths ragged.

"I can't stop," Felix whispered, voice shaking. "Even when I try... I can't."

Jimin's smile was dark, satisfied. His hand slid through Felix's hair, holding him close. "That's because you don't want to."

Felix squeezed his eyes shut, his body trembling in Jimin's arms. He hated how true it was.

Jimin whispered softly "I wish I can do more than this with you, but believe me I don't know what next after the hugs and kisses, I have no idea about this, I wasn't gay before."

Felix said, "Jimin-hyung, are you saying you have never fall in love with any guy before?"

Jimin. "Yes"

"Then how did you discovered you like men?" Felix asked

Jimin said "it all started the moment you looked at me that night, like I was the only thing you needed, I questioned my sexuality that night, because you are so beautiful and is not like I haven't seen you or met you before, but that night, I just fell something inside my stomach

Felix smiles gently and look at the way jimin was talking.

"You might not believe if I say, you bought out the gay side of me the moment I saw you that night, I said with my inner voice, "_damn why does he looks so different and cute tonight?._ " Felix said.

Jimin smiles and said "then you tried to run away when I started flirting back, is that fair ...humn?"

"I'm sorry, I thought I won't be able to handle it" Felix said with breaking the eyes contact.

Jimin laughed and whispered to his ears "here you're, driving crazy like a puppy,.....You know what?, I will try to learn more things about gay so that girls won't take you away from me, I don't know what will come after all these but I just know that I want you and I'm not ready to let go" Jimin said while patting Felix's head.

“Jimin hyung are you sure?" Felix asked.

"If I'm not sure why am i risking myself driving down here every night to see you?" Jimin replied.

Felix smiled, Both crashed to each other again kissed so desperately and refused to let go of each other.

Back in the dorm later that night, Felix crawled into bed, his body exhausted but his mind still burning. He pulled the blanket over his head, clutching his phone.

One unread message from Jimin lit up the screen: "Good boy. Sleep well. Dream of me."

Felix's chest ached. He buried his face into the pillow, whispering into the dark: "I already do."

The the next day, something terrible happened...

Felix woke up late the next morning, his body sore and heavy. He dragged himself to practice, but his energy was gone. Even his smile the one that usually lit up the whole room looked forced.

"Felix," Chan called after rehearsal, pulling him aside. "You've been off for days. What's going on?"

Felix's heart jumped. He shook his head quickly. "Nothing, hyung. Just... stress."

Chan frowned. "Stress doesn't make you disappear at night."

Felix froze. His mouth went dry. "W-What do you mean?"

Chan crossed his arms. "I saw you sneaking out last night. Don't lie to me."

Felix looked away, panic rushing through him. He couldn't tell the truth. He couldn't say Jimin's name.

"I just... needed some air," he muttered.

Chan studied him for a long moment, his expression softening but still worried. "Felix... if something's wrong, you can tell me. Don't carry it alone."

Felix nodded quickly, forcing a smile, but inside his chest was chaos.

He couldn't tell him. He couldn't tell anyone.

That night, Felix promised himself he would stay in. He promised himself he wouldn't answer if Jimin called.

But the message came anyway. "Are you thinking about me?."

Felix's hands trembled as he read it. He hated how true it was.

No matter how much he tried, Jimin was always there in his head, in his chest, under his skin.

He typed back, fingers shaking: "I can't keep doing this."

Seconds later, the reply lit up the screen: "Then stop lying to yourself. Come to me."

Felix shut his eyes, dropping the phone onto the bed. His heart was pounding, his body torn in two directions one begging to run, the other dragging him back to Jimin again and again.

He hated it. But more than that... He hated how much he wanted it.

Felix sat on his bed, staring at Jimin's message.

"Come to me."

His chest was tight, his hands shaking. He knew he should stay. He knew Chan was already suspicious. But the pull was too strong.

Minutes later, he was outside again hoodie up, mask on, heart racing.

When he entered the abandoned warehouse, Jimin was waiting, like always. Arms folded, eyes sharp, a small smirk curving his lips.

"You came," Jimin said softly.

Felix's voice cracked. "I... I couldn't stop myself."

"Good." Jimin said.

Jimin closed the distance in two steps, his hand gripping Felix's jaw, pulling him into a rough kiss. This wasn't gentle this was hunger, fire. Felix melted, his body giving in completely.

Jimin didn't stop at just kissing this time. His hands slide lower to Felix's trousers, pulling Felix closer, and kept stroking his dick gently, Felix holding him as if he'd never let go. The heat between them grew fast, dangerous, unstoppable.

Felix's breath came out shaky, his fingers clutching at Jimin's shirt like he was afraid of falling. "Hyung..." he whispered, almost begging, though he didn't know if he was begging him to stop or begging him to go further.

Jimin leaned down, his lips brushing Felix's ear.

"You're mine, you better accept that now!"

And Felix didn't fight it, he moaned and cummed on Jimin's hand, he sweats and breathes endlessly.

"Good boy" Jimin whispered.

The night blurred.

Hands, heat, tangled shadows.

Felix lost himself in Jimin completely, his body and heart crossing lines he swore he'd never cross. It was overwhelming both terrifying and thrilling.

By the time it ended, Felix lay against Jimin's chest, his body trembling, his skin damp with sweat. He felt weak, but in Jimin's arms, he also felt claimed like he belonged to someone in a way he never had before.

Jimin stroked his hair gently, his voice low.

"Now you understand. You can't escape me."

Felix closed his eyes, his heart heavy with guilt but also something darker desire.

Felix said with his inner voice "/why does this feel like a dark romantic, but why do I love it btw/"

he kept questioning himself and answering himself in his thoughts 💭

Because he knew Jimin was right.

He didn't want to escape.

Felix woke up to soft light spilling into the warehouse. His body was sore, his head heavy. For a second, he didn't remember where he was. Then he felt it an arm around his waist, warm and firm.

Jimin.

Felix froze. His heart pounded as memories of the night came rushing back. His face burned, his chest twisted with guilt... and yet, a part of him wanted to stay right there forever.

"Awake already?" Jimin's voice was low, still heavy with sleep. He tightened his grip, pulling Felix closer until their bodies touched fully.

"Hyung..." Felix whispered, his voice shaky. "I-I have to go. If my members notice I didn't slept at the dorm...

Jimin cut him off, pressing his lips lightly against Felix's neck. "They will notice one day btw, I'm not letting you go."

Felix's stomach flipped. His mind screamed no, but his body betrayed him, leaning back into Jimin's hold.

Hours later, Felix was back at the dorm. He showered quickly, scrubbing his skin hard, like he could wash away the night. But he couldn't. Every mark, every touch, every word was burned into him.

At breakfast, Han nudged him. "Felix, you look dead. Didn't you sleep?"

Felix forced a smile. "Just stayed up too late... editing beats."

Chan's eyes lingered on him, suspicious again. Felix avoided his gaze, focusing on his food, though he barely ate. His body was at the table, but his mind was still in that abandoned warehouse, still with Jimin.

Later, during practice, Felix's phone buzzed in his pocket. He tried to ignore it, but his heart already knew who it was.

When the others weren't looking, he glanced down.

"Make sure you eat, no matter how late you're to the practice room."

Felix's throat went dry. His hands shook as he shoved the phone back into his pocket.

He hated it.

He hated how Jimin was inside his head every second.

But what scared him most... was that he didn't want him to leave.

Felix thought he could balance it.

Practice with his group during the day.

Jimin at night.

Two worlds that could never meet.

But the more he tried to keep them apart, the more the lines started to blur.

During rehearsal, Felix's phone buzzed again.

He knew he shouldn't look.

He looked anyway.

"I feel like seeing you right now I don't know Lix."

Felix's chest tightened. He typed fast, hiding behind his water bottle.

"I can't. I'm with the members."

The reply came almost instantly.

"Then leave. Or I'll come get you."

Felix replied fast "like you can"

Felix's eyes widened. He shoved his phone deep in his pocket, panic rushing through him. "Jimin wouldn't really come here, would he?"

"Felix."

Chan's voice snapped him back. "Your turn. Focus."

Felix nodded quickly, moving into position. But his heart wasn't in the dance anymore. All he could think about was Jimin's words.

That night, Felix tried to stay in the dorm. He sat on his bed, headphones in, pretending to work on music.

But his phone lit up again.

This time, it wasn't a message.

It was a call.

Felix hesitated... then answered.

Jimin's voice was smooth, but sharp underneath.

"You disobeyed me, little boy"

Felix's breath caught. "Hyung, I couldn't, I was with the others"

"I knew but at least you could've said something cool to me before you dropped your phone" Jimin's tone was calm and sounded addictive,

"Hyung..." His voice cracked. "You're ruining me." Felix said.

"No," Jimin whispered through the phone. "I only love you is that wrong?."

"...I love you too, where do you want me?" Felix whispered.

Meanwhile, outside Felix's door, Chan stood in the hall. He had gone to check on him but stopped when he heard the muffled voice through the door.

Felix was talking to someone.

Someone he clearly wasn't supposed to.

And for the first time, Chan realized

Felix was hiding something big.