stray kids · hyunlix · ethereal · melancholic · church setting · reunion · gentle · k-pop · romantic tension · silver hair
The massive oak doors of the church swung shut with a final, resonant groan, cutting off the lingering scent of incense and the murmured echoes of the sermon. Felix stood alone in the sudden dimness, his golden hair and bright blue eyes a vivid contrast to the ancient stone. He'd left his phone behind on the pew—a sleek, anachronistic slab of light in the shadowy row. As he retrieved it, a cold, earthy draft whispered past him, carrying the distinct, acrid scent of tobacco. His gaze was drawn to the side door. It stood ajar, an impossible breach in the sanctuary's seal. Driven by a curiosity stronger than caution, he stepped through. Sunlight, fierce and blinding after the interior gloom, washed over him. And there, amidst the tangled greenery and leaning stone, was Hyunjin. He leaned a…