Bleeding Hearts | Hyunlix

Chapter 6

Felix stood in the middle of an endless, moonlit forest. The trees loomed tall and foreboding, their twisted branches clawing at the sky. A chilling breeze whispered his name through the silence. Felix... Felix...

He turned around, searching for the source, but found nothing—only darkness pressing in closer with every breath. Suddenly, a snap of twigs echoed behind him, and he spun around, heart pounding in his chest.

Hyunjin emerged from the shadows, his silhouette sharp and unsettling in the pale moonlight. His smile was slow, predatory, and far too calm. "Running already, Felix? I haven't even started."

Felix tried to back away, but his feet felt rooted to the ground. "What do you want?" he choked out, his voice trembling.

Hyunjin tilted his head as if considering the question. "Your fear. Your blood." He stepped closer, and Felix could see the dark hunger in his eyes. "You're just too easy."

Before Felix could react, Hyunjin lunged. In an instant, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and a searing pain erupted through him. Felix screamed, but no sound came out—his entire body paralyzed as the darkness swallowed him whole.

Felix woke with a gasp, sitting upright in bed, his sheets soaked with sweat. His breathing was erratic, his heart racing as if it would tear through his chest. He touched his neck, feeling for wounds that weren't there. It was just a dream, he told himself, trying to calm down. Just a nightmare.

But the lingering feeling of Hyunjin's presence clung to him like smoke. He couldn't shake the thought: What if it wasn't just a dream?

Despite his unease, Felix forced himself to focus on the day ahead. His phone buzzed with a text from Jungkook: "Founders' Party tonight. Want to come with me?"

Felix hesitated. The dream still lingered at the edge of his thoughts, and the idea of seeing Hyunjin again made his stomach twist. But Jungkook had been nothing but kind to him. If he wanted answers, he needed to face his fears. And maybe Jungkook could explain some things.

"Sure. I'll come," Felix texted back.

The Founders' Party was the epitome of elegance. Chandeliers bathed the hall in golden light, and laughter filled the air as guests mingled. Felix arrived with Jungkook, his nerves on edge but masked by a polite smile.

Felix stood in front of the mirror, the soft light from the nearby window spilling over him like a gentle glow, enhancing the ethereal beauty of his reflection. The pink mini dress hugged his slender frame perfectly, the sleeveless design highlighting the delicate curve of his shoulders and the smooth, pale skin that seemed almost luminous. The hem of the dress skimmed the tops of his thighs, accentuating his long, graceful legs and giving him an almost otherworldly elegance.

His freckles, scattered like constellations across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, added a charming softness to his sharp, heart-shaped lips, their natural pink hue almost matching the blush of his dress. The slightest upward curve at the corners of his mouth formed a smile so gentle and sweet that it could stop time. His big, doe-like eyes were a brilliant, mesmerizing shade of deep brown, framed by long, golden lashes that only enhanced their innocent yet captivating gaze. They seemed to hold entire galaxies of emotions, wide and unguarded as they reflected his thoughts.

His long, blonde hair cascaded in soft waves down his shoulders and back, catching the light with every movement as though spun from gold. The soft strands framed his face, brushing gently against his skin, making him look both angelic and untouchable. Felix's beauty was effortless, a blend of delicacy and vibrancy that made him appear like he'd stepped out of a dream.

In that moment, he wasn't just beautiful—he was stunning, an image of grace and allure that seemed almost unreal. His presence could draw attention from anyone, leaving them breathless and awestruck, unable to look away.