Heartache causes humans to do stupid things sometimes, really stupid things. And, maybe this is how Lee Felix found himself in this loud bombarding music of a club downtown, these flashing red lights, and this desire for escapism. The thing was, Felix; a twenty-three-year-old lovesick boy, had very freshly gotten his heart broken by his boyfriend of two years; Bang Christopher Chan, just last night. He'd come back from a wonderful work dinner and met the sight of his boyfriend sitting on the couch with his head hanging low, he'd struck up a small conversation while taking off his coat and shoes, setting away his belongings, and drinking down a glass of water
Chan remained stoic and hadn't answered him at all, reasonably so growing worried, Felix neared him on the couch and ran his dainty, silver rings-clad fingers in his partner's hair, querying him if he was okay but Chan had smiled up at him instead of giving a reply, held his hands and removing them from his hair, holding them in his own as he guided Felix on the couch next to him and the blond had obliged, plopping down instantly with apprehension growing in the pit of his stomach
Chan had started the conversation with long words of assurance, the same old speech of 'it's not you, it's me' followed by the same old crap of 'I just don't feel that way for you anymore' and the worst crimes of all; 'we can still be friends, I cherish you a lot'. Felix was shattered, of course, he loved Chan dearly and entirely but I guess when things don't work out all you can do is pack it up and leave. So that's what Chan did, packed it up and left Felix behind in the apartment where they shared all of their dreams and the happiest of their memories.
and the entire night Felix spent lying in the living room, on the cold hard ground, sobbing and dying like he was some bleak creature in desperate need of empathy. The next morning, he'd gotten up, gotten drunk from the leftover bottle of champagne, hit the town and dyed his hair blue, got a dog and a cat because Chan always thought it was too much responsibility, changed the drapes to bright pink because Chan didn't like the color even though he loved it
blasted 2ne1 in the speakers because Chan would often joke about Felix's music taste being generic and he felt upset, ate at that 'unhygienic and unhealthy' taco spot where they didn't use gloves or wash their utensils because Chan always stuck up his nose whenever Felix would mention this place but despite their uncleanliness, their tacos were just so damn good! he did it all, did everything he gave up for Chan in the name of love all while he was drunk off of his face, all in hopes of forgetting that curly-haired man but it was of no use.
Then when afternoon struck and the alcohol wore off, he called his friends and cried his organs out all over again, cried and cried about how bad it hurt and how he wanted Chan back no matter what. His friends; Kim Seungmin and his boyfriend Seo Changbin, had his back. Even though Changbin was more Chan's friend than his' the man still stayed by his side with his boyfriend and comforted him until he passed out from crying and he was endlessly grateful before he lost consciousness.
when he woke, he was back to wishing he was numb, desperately. So he put on the prettiest outfit he had bought for his upcoming birthday, did his prettiest and sparkliest makeup, and went out because he didn't want to feel that void within him or how it made him cripple from the inside.
Now that he sits on the high stools of this fancy place, he finds himself slowly relaxing as the alcohol strikes every nerve in his body in the best way possible and soothes his aching muscles and bouldering headache. He looked around, eyes foraging around for entertainment as he slowly but carefully, spun on his stool, back no longer facing the vast place that dripped of indulgence, dwindling pleasure, and luxury but instead, turned toward the bar that had a colorful and stunning display of all the alcohol one could ever imagine, bottles of all shapes and sizes stacked on the shelves
two men and two women working around the spacious bar, sliding glass after glass on the ebony glass counter that glowed with purple lights which Felix now settled his elbow on, sipping on his champagne with his leg crossed over the other, cladding him in elegance and fatal grace as he gazed around, not really searching for anything particular but just looking, not seeing but just wandering. Deep inside he wanted salvation, he wanted something---or someone, to ease that heavy void of pain within him but he found nothing, no one.
After minutes of scanning the dance floor, secluded couches, and booths where people were appeasing in debauchery. Felix was about to look away, too bored by not finding anything according to his gratification, was about to turn around and continue watching the bartenders and bartendresses excel at their job but something—someone caught his eyes
Deep black eyes and long blond hair were the first things Felix's mind registered before he halted his hasty movements of turning around and took in the someone's appearance a little better, the blond hair as mentioned was slicked back, a simple black suit with black slacks and black Chelsea boots, upon closer inspection and with a grain of salt Felix concludes on top he's wearing a black button down with a matching black coat on top with the initials Y.SL engraved on its pocket
'Rich guy, huh?' Felix thinks to himself, watches him closely, his face is hidden behind shadows and the low light but those eyes have bound Felix in his position and he feels unable to move. The man had just exited a VIP room with so much regal aura some might mistake him as a prince or celebrity, Felix didn't though, he was simply captivated by the enigmatic glow that made him stand out from the crowd like a shining gem on a miserable jagged ground, expensive and charming. Felix furrows his brows, feels the man's eyes on him but he isn't quite sure if it's the alcohol or reality
he even sees the man stop in his steps upon his eyes meeting with Felix's, like he too was entranced but terribly more than Felix. The five men that surrounded him, all dressed in black too, stopped as soon as he stopped his feet and Felix concluded they were bodyguards which made him all the more curious about this sudden man he'd crossed eyes with. Time seemed to still for a second when the man stopped, turned his head to keep his gaze locked with Felix and the blue-haired felt his stomach twist the slightest
The lights are low and he can't make out the other's face but he can feel his eyes, can feel them latched with his own, and can feel them binding him in his place. Felix lulls out his tongue to spread it across his lipstick-tainted lips, making them glisten and shine in the dark red lights of the club. Furrowing his brows, he waits for the man to move but he doesn't and that makes him wonder if he truly did stop for him. Before he can try to squint and gaze at him better the lights turn bright blue with a sheer white underlying and then, in the illuminance of the bright lights, Felix finally catches the other man's face
In the seconds of catching his face, Felix nearly lost his breath. His lips parted that were previously tucked between his tongue. The man in front of him wasn't just an ordinary rich guy passing by, he looked ethereal, in the sense that Felix would describe as a movie star. He would never admit to it but it wasn't the alcohol that made his heart skip a beat, it was the man. Their eyes remained connected, the man didn't budge and Felix didn't either. Where Felix was left intrigued and mystified by the blond man, the stranger however was feeling something entirely different
he was enchanted, to put it extremely simply. The blue-haired siren sitting against the bar was one of the most seraphic people he had ever laid his eyes upon, and as if not under his command any longer, his feet had stopped working before he could even move them forward. He was interested but that was one of the many things he felt swarming in the depth of himself currently. His eyes were fixated on the man across from him, there was enough distance between them that he couldn't make out if the dust splattered across his cheeks was glitter or something else
nevertheless, he found that those specks made the boy look even more pretty. The world around him seemed to slip away a little and his serpent eyes remained fixated on Felix, who looked back at him with confidence as if he wasn't fazed by the man's regnant and regal aura and something about those uninterestedly veiled but visibly piqued eyes made the blond remain frozen and wish to be here for long
"Sir? Mr. Hwang?" a voice called out and peeled his attention from the blue-haired, forcing him to break their eye contact and turn to look at whoever had mentioned him with anger misting his eyes. He turned around, facing one of his bodyguards who immediately looked down upon his gaze, not wanting to keep their eyes locked and face the embodiment of reign and wrath. "We should get moving" He muttered under his breath, biting his tongue and shutting his eyes close. He looked tall and bulky, fit enough to be a bodyguard, but only one look from the blond man made him shiver and curse the heavens
"Yang, lead these imbeciles out, I'm staying" His voice was silky, loud enough through the bombarding music. A man standing on his left, who appeared younger and slightly shorter, turned to look at him, Felix hadn't noticed but his eyes were also on him, watching him alongside his boss. "Shall I leave too, Sir?" He asks, his black hair slicked to the side and swept back, revealing his forehead. His cheeks were hollowed enhancing his cheekbones, lips flat and thin and his eyes resembled a fox, if he hadn't hidden himself behind these bulky men, he too, surely wouldn't be considered any less handsome than a movie star
"Yes" Is all the blond man says, turning to look at the blue haired again. His posture had relaxed now, his feet no longer frozen but rather in a casual stance as he stood and conversed with his workers "Uh, I do not mean to disrespect but Minho Hyung specifically asked me not to leave you alone since we've just wrapped up--" His voice lowers into a hush "A significant meeting and danger is always looming over you" His words barely meet The man's ears because the blond is yet again pulled under the spell of Felix's captivating eyes
"I don't care, leave" Is all he says after a few seconds having finally made sense of what the young man said "Yes, sir" He had questions and concerns and he could've voiced them as well but he chose not to, only gave Felix one single glance before he nodded to the bodyguards, bowing to the man and dissapareing from the axis of his eyes. As he makes his way away from the blond who is now left alone, he pauses in his steps, his eyes turning sharp as he tilts his head to look at his boss
"All of you, take corners and keep your eyes on Mr. Hwang and that boy, I'm sure he's got eyes for him"
◃⛓▹
He's not the kind to sit around in dirty used couches of luxurious clubs, lounge lazily with a drink in his icy hand clad with gold and all the jewels that can fit, and keep his eyes on a beauty he's too desperately yearning for. No, Hwang Hyunjin was greater than that. Mightier than that. But something about this specific man with blue hair and the eyes of a vixen had made him have a change of decisions. Hyunjin wouldn't normally find himself being so severely attracted to someone, someone he spotted in passing in a club he came to for business but tonight, everything in the air has shifted as soon as his eyes locked with the man sitting across from him
and ever since then, they have barely looked away. Hyunjin had ordered three straight servings of whiskey since then despite already having had two previously during his meeting and the man had downed only one full glass of champagne, already seemingly filled with enough alcohol in his system considering his eyes which seemed drowsy. He's been licking his lips consistently, aware of the eyes of Hyunjin that fall to his mouth and aware of the grip of Hyunjin's hand that tightens around the cold glass, enjoying the masquerade of desire
Hyunjin would be embarrassed to be so pathetically waiting around just watching a stranger all because he found him attractive but his senses have seemingly left him alone for the time being and regret could come later, for now he only wanted what his eyes were set on. It may have been a bruise to his imperial ego and royal status but for the time being, heaven was a touch away and he was a sinner
Hyunjin licked his lips, dunked down the remainder of his whiskey, and sat away the glass, keeping his eyes locked with the vixen who had now stood up, put away the champagne glass as he had mirrored Hyunjin's acts of dunking it down and began walking
Hyunjin's breath was caught in his lungs, when the boy walked his hips swayed like they didn't lie, eyes still locked with Hyunjin's he smiled lazily and the situation in Hyunjin's lungs worsened at the sight of his slight smile when he looked up from the rhythmic moving of his hips. Hyunjin had never seen such a person and for a second he couldn't decipher if he was real or just a figment of his imagination, how could he be so diaphanous but so powerful? so very beguiling that even an actual fairy would fall tedious in comparison to him
Hyunjin doesn't move even an inch, doesn't even exhale the breath stuck in his lungs as he watches the blue-haired turn around, throw a glance at Hyunjin over his shoulder to make sure the man is watching before he makes his way over to the sequestered staircase that leads to lord knows where. Keeping the same beat of his hips, swaying like a gallant fae as he smoothly walked all the way up to the stairs, a single hand idly grazing the railing as he stopped a few steps before the floor, turned to look at Hyunjin and smirked just the faintest
and like magic, Hyunjin springs to his feet. His eyes grow dark as he takes the message but still waits for a second on his feet and remains unmoving, anticipating the man on the other end to confirm what he is insinuating. He doesn't nod or do anything else apart from smiling slyly and turning around to walk further away. Hyunjin knows what that means, doesn't need more clues or hints as he moves forward and strides toward the staircase, lightening on his feet, unaware of the eyes that follow him.
◃⛓▹
thoughts? 👀 also, once again, happy new year <3