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.
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Jungkook leaned heavily against the basement door, his breaths ragged as Hyunjin's mocking laughter reverberated from behind the thick wood. For a brief moment, doubt slithered through him like a shadow. Was Hyunjin right? Would Felix—could Felix—see him differently if he ever knew the truth?
The sound of footsteps upstairs pulled Jungkook from his thoughts. Straightening, he pushed off the door and climbed back toward the main hall, schooling his expression into something calm, controlled. As he emerged, the party was still in full swing—laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music filling the grand space. He spotted Felix standing near the edge of the room, his pink dress catching the glow of the chandeliers.
Felix looked stunning, the soft curve of his smile betraying his effort to stay composed. But Jungkook noticed the flicker of confusion in his eyes as he turned toward him. Felix had questions. Of course he does, Jungkook thought bitterly. Hyunjin's words had done their damage.
Jungkook walked toward Felix, steady but purposeful. "Everything okay?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.
Felix looked up at him, hesitant. "What... what did he mean?" Felix asked quietly, his gaze searching Jungkook's face. "About you and your past?"
Jungkook sighed, his jaw tensing. He glanced around, aware of the eyes lingering on them. "Not here," he said. "Let's get some air."
He led Felix out onto the large balcony, where the cool night air was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the party. The quiet wrapped around them, punctuated only by the faint sounds of music and distant laughter. Felix leaned against the stone railing, his blonde hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.
"Tell me," Felix said finally, his tone insistent but gentle. "Hyunjin said you're hiding something... that the past tells a different story."
Jungkook exhaled slowly, his hands curling into fists at his sides. How much could he tell Felix? The truth, raw and untamed, would sound insane. And dangerous. But if he kept quiet, Hyunjin would undoubtedly use his silence to drive a wedge between them.
"There are things about my family," Jungkook began carefully, his voice low, "things that aren't easy to explain. My brother—he likes to twist the truth. To make people doubt me. It's what he does."
"That's not an answer," Felix said quietly, his brows furrowing. "Are you... dangerous, Jungkook? Should I be worried?"
Jungkook's eyes widened, and he immediately stepped closer, his voice urgent. "No. Never. Felix, I'd never hurt you." He paused, swallowing thickly. "You're the one person I'd do anything to protect."
Felix stared up at him, studying his face as if trying to read the truth in his eyes. For a moment, the air between them felt heavy, charged with something unspoken. Jungkook could see the doubt lingering, but he could also see Felix's trust—delicate but still present.
"Okay," Felix said softly, breaking the silence. "I'll trust you... for now."
Jungkook felt a flicker of relief at his words, but it was fleeting. Hyunjin's influence was like poison—it didn't kill instantly, but it worked its way through everything. And if Jungkook didn't act quickly, he knew Hyunjin would find a way to shatter the fragile trust Felix had given him.
Suddenly, a new commotion erupted inside the house—a voice raised in anger, the sound of something breaking. Jungkook turned sharply toward the door just as someone staggered into view: Minho.
Minho was arguing loudly with someone, his movements unsteady. His face was flushed, a cut across his cheek still bleeding. Before anyone could intervene, Minho shoved the person aside and stalked toward the door.
Felix gasped as Jungkook took a step forward, intercepting Minho just before he reached the balcony. "What's going on?" Jungkook asked sharply.
Minho sneered, his gaze flickering between Jungkook and Felix. "Why do you care?" he spat, his words slurred. "Always acting like you're better than everyone. You think you're so perfect?"
Jungkook didn't respond. Instead, his gaze shifted to Minho's bleeding cheek. A sense of dread pooled in his stomach. He's hurt, Jungkook realized, and Felix was right there—watching everything.
Before Jungkook could react, Minho suddenly lunged at him, throwing a punch that caught Jungkook off guard. The blow landed squarely on his jaw, but instead of staggering, Jungkook barely flinched. Felix gasped, stepping back as Minho reeled, his hand now bleeding where it had struck Jungkook.
"Minho, stop!" Felix shouted, but Jungkook reached out, grabbing Minho by the collar before he could do more damage.
Minho's eyes widened as he looked at Jungkook, confusion spreading across his face. "What the hell..." he muttered, staring at Jungkook as though seeing him for the first time. "Y—your face—"
"Enough," Jungkook said coldly, releasing him. Minho stumbled back, clutching his hand as blood smeared across his shirt.
Felix's gaze shot to Jungkook, panic rising in his chest. "Jungkook... what was that?" he asked, his voice small.
Jungkook turned to Felix, his expression tense but calm. "Nothing. Don't worry about it."
Felix didn't look convinced. "But you—" He hesitated, pointing at Jungkook's jaw. "You're not even hurt. And Minho's hand..."
"It's fine," Jungkook insisted quickly. "He's drunk. He doesn't know what he's talking about."
Felix opened his mouth to argue, but something in Jungkook's expression stopped him. Instead, he simply nodded, though his eyes were still filled with unease.
"I'll take care of him," Jungkook said softly, glancing back at Minho, who was now slumped against the wall, muttering to himself. "You should head back inside."
Felix hesitated but eventually nodded, slipping through the door and back into the safety of the house. Once he was gone, Jungkook exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. I have to fix this. Hyunjin's chaos was spreading, and Felix was already starting to notice the cracks Jungkook had worked so hard to hide.
He couldn't let it continue. Not if he wanted to keep Felix safe.
Back at school, Jungkook's behavior was strained, his movements tense. Minho, never one to let things slide, cornered him in the hallway.
"You think you're better than everyone?" Minho sneered, shoving Jungkook. "What's your problem?"
Jungkook didn't answer, his patience fraying. Minho, angrier now, threw a punch. The impact made Jungkook stumble, and a thin line of blood trickled from his lip.
Felix, who had been watching from a distance, ran over. "Jungkook!" he cried, panic rising.
But just as quickly as the injury appeared, it was gone. Felix froze, his eyes wide. "What... what just happened?"
Jungkook wiped his mouth, avoiding Felix's gaze. "It's nothing."
"Jungkook—" Felix began, but Jungkook cut him off.
"Drop it," he said sharply, walking away.
Felix watched him go, his mind spinning. He knew something was wrong. Something big. But Jungkook wasn't ready to let him in.
And the truth was, Felix wasn't sure he was ready to hear it.
