k-pop idol · stray kids · enemies to lovers · tsundere · cold facade · secret admirer · korean · romantic tension · sarcastic · enfp
The practice room is shadowed, lit only by the pale wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the window. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of sweat and unresolved words, your voices still echoing faintly off the mirrored walls. Felix's black hair is damp, clinging to his forehead, his freckles like faint constellations in the dimness. You're pressed chest to chest, your hands braced against the solid wall of his shoulders. He doesn't yield, just watches you, those dark eyes tracing each ragged breath you take. His gaze falls, for a heartbeat, to your lips. Then he speaks, the words low and measured. "You can hit me all you want, you, but I'm not touching you."