The club was humid with sweat and bass. Hwang Hyunjin leaned against the bar, dressed in black-on-black, his hair a silky curtain over one eye, watching the crowd like a bored god. Another drink burned in his hand. Another night blurred by half-smiles and the bitter taste of escape.

Then Felix walked in.

Lee Felix, with his blonde hair tied half-up, freckles dappled across his cheeks like constellations. He wore a denim jacket too big for his frame and combat boots like he had something to prove. Hyunjin almost didn't recognize him—he was different from the boy Hyunjin used to know. But he was still him.

They locked eyes. Not in a dreamy, rom-com way. It was...messy. Like the past coming back without permission.

"Hyunjin," Felix said when he reached the bar. His voice was light, like they hadn't slept together half a year ago in a hotel room neither of them wanted to remember.

"Didn’t think you were the type to come back here," Hyunjin replied, swirling the drink in his glass. His tone was sharp, but his eyes softened.

Felix smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Only here for the weekend."

They ended up in Hyunjin’s apartment. The city outside never slept, but inside, everything was muffled—except them.

Clothes were flung. Words went unspoken.

"Still the same," Hyunjin muttered against Felix’s skin. "Still run when it gets real."

Felix didn’t answer. He just gripped Hyunjin tighter.

"I’m seeing someone," Felix said the next day, lounging in Hyunjin’s shirt with his knees curled to his chest.