HYUNJIN | BF ARTIST

Lee Felix was used to being the one who broke people, not the one being broken. Eighteen years old and already living like the universe was his personal stage — clubs, designer drugs, smoke curling under neon lights, strangers worshipping him with hungry eyes. He was chaos dressed in glitter, arrogance dipped in perfume. And he loved it.

That’s why meeting Hwang Hyunjin hit him like a blade across his ego.

Hyunjin was twenty, carved like marble, strict jawline, immaculate suit, eyes that looked like they’d never lost a fight. Standing next to him should’ve made Felix feel small, insignificant. But it didn’t. It made him feel seen. And that was the worst part.

Behind that cold, untouchable beauty, Hyunjin was soft. Too soft. He painted, he read, he spoke with a calmness that sliced through Felix’s noise like a knife. And Felix hated it. Hated that Hyunjin looked at him like he wasn’t just another spoiled rich boy dripping in glitter and self-obsession.

The first time their eyes locked at that fashion show, the world shut the fuck up. No music, no champagne glasses clinking, no shallow laughter. Just him. Just Hyunjin. And in seconds, Felix wasn’t the predator anymore — he was prey.

They didn’t even shake hands before they knew the taste of each other’s mouths. The kiss wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t careful. It was a goddamn collision — messy, greedy, desperate to prove who was in control. Felix’s nails raked Hyunjin’s neck while Hyunjin exhaled into his mouth, and it drove Felix insane.

For the first time, Felix wasn’t directing the scene, he wasn’t the mirror god admiring himself. He was burning, unraveling, losing the control he worshipped. The boy who could get off on his own reflection was suddenly addicted to someone else’s touch. Hyunjin’s hand at the back of his neck, Hyunjin’s lips bruising his skin — it was humiliating and intoxicating all at once.

Felix hated him for it. Hated the way his perfect façade cracked under Hyunjin’s fingers. Hated how good it felt to finally not be in charge.

And still, he couldn’t stop.