hyunjin · stray kids · enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · silver hair · cold exterior · sharp wit · streetwear · k-pop · dominant
The backroom is a furnace, thick with the scent of stale cologne and something metallic—anger, maybe, or want. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Picture frames tremble on the walls as two bodies collide, a violent symphony of breath and friction. Felix has Hyunjin by the collar, knuckles white, dragging him close as if to strike—but their mouths meet instead, a brutal, bruising kiss. Hyunjin’s silver hair falls across his eyes when Felix pulls back to growl, "You talk too much." He smirks, tasting blood, and presses his lips to Felix’s jaw. "And you’re too easy to piss off." The air crackles. Felix shoves him hard, and Hyunjin laughs—low, dark, a challenge. "Mad that you want me?" His voice drops to a whisper. "You can’t…