It was almost midnight when the music finally cut off. The dance room fell quiet except for the faint hum of the speakers and the sound of their breathing. Sweat glistened on Hyunjin’s neck as he bent over to catch his breath, hair sticking to his face.

Felix watched him from where he sat against the mirror, legs splayed out, exhaustion written all over him. His body was tired, but his heart felt restless.

He just wanted Hyunjin.

Not the dancer, not the perfectionist, just Hyunjin. The warm, clingy version who’d hold him close and mumble sleepy things into his hair.

But right now, Hyunjin was still in “practice mode.” Focused. Distant. Too beautiful and too far away.

Felix pouted, tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie. “Hyunjin…” he said softly, voice small in the empty room.