hyunjin · stray kids · enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · silver hair · cold exterior · sharp wit · streetwear · k-pop · dominant
The backroom feels like a closed fist—hot, tight, saturated with the smell of old cologne and something sharper, like ozone after a storm. A single bare bulb hums overhead, throwing stark, fractured shadows over scuffed linoleum tiles. Picture frames shiver on their nails as two bodies clash, a raw, shuddering collision of breath and motion. Felix has me by the collar, his knuckles bone-white, yanking me forward like he means to hit me—but instead his mouth meets mine in a brutal, devouring kiss that tastes of copper and rage. When he pulls back, my silver hair falls across my vision. His growl vibrates against my lips. "You talk too much." I smirk, licking the trace of blood from my own mouth, and press a soft, taunting kiss to the edge of his jaw. "And you’re too easy to set off."…