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Felix sat crisscross on the edge of his bed, arms folded so tightly across his chest it was a wonder he didn’t snap in half. His pout was lethal—cheeks puffed, lips pursed, brows scrunched down like he was about to curse Hyunjin.
Hyunjin floated just a few feet away, lounging in the air like it was his personal couch. “Come on babydoll,” he drawled, “you can’t seriously be blaming me for that, hm?”
Felix’s pout deepened, chin jerking stubbornly away.
Hyunjin tilted his head, grin widening. “Don’t pout at me. you looked so sexy like that, choking on their cocks, drooling all over yourself—” His tongue flicked across his bottom lip deliberately. “You’re lucky I even have self-control.”
“SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT!” Felix shrieked, face burning scarlet as he snatched up the nearest pillow and hurled it. It went straight through Hyunjin’s chest like mist, collapsing onto the floor with a pathetic thump.
The demon snickered, utterly unbothered. “Cute. Real cute.” He leaned forward in the air, chin resting on his hand. “But don’t start a fight you won’t win, doll. You’re red already, and I haven’t even touched you.”
“God, you’re insufferable.” Felix buried his face in his knees, muffled whining spilling out. “You could’ve—you know—AT LEAST acted jealous! Pretended a little! Anything!”
“Oh?” Hy\unjin’s laugh was low like he was savoring a good glass of wine. “Is that what my little brat wanted?”
Felix’s head shot up, eyes blazing. “DON’T call me that!”
“Mm,” Hyunjin hummed, ignoring him entirely, “you wanted me to storm in, throw everyone off of you, snarl about how you’re mine and only mine, yeah?” He stretched lazily, like he was quoting from a script. “You wanted drama. A good old-fashioned jealous demon tantrum.”
Felix’s ears went pink. “…so what if i did.” he glared.
Hyunjin grinned wickedly. “Alright then.” He cleared his throat and dropped his tone into something dark, full of mock menace. His eyes glowed faintly as he spoke.
“How dare you let other men touch what’s mine. If I even see another man’s finger on your hair, I’ll tear them apart. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, I’ll rip their throat out and paint your walls with their blood.”
Felix froze, wide-eyed.
Hyunjin leaned closer, his smirk sharp. “Was that better?”
Felix sputtered, clutching at his blanket like it was armor. “YOU—YOU’RE SUCH A PSYCHO! Who even—Who even SAYS shit like that?!”
Hyunjin licked his teeth, satisfied. “Demons, babydoll.”
Felix’s cheeks flamed hotter. “I didn’t mean THAT kind of jealous!”
“But that’s the only kind I know.” Hyunjin’s voice lowered to a dangerous purr, the glow in his eyes intensifying. “Do you really want me to show you just how jealous I can be?”
Felix’s stomach flipped violently.
Hyunjin’s fingers kept wandering, impossibly close but enough to make Felix squirm. He leaned closer, letting his lips brush Felix’s ear, his voice a teasing rasp.
“You know, doll… you can pretend to be mad all you want, but your body’s telling the truth.”
Felix groaned, trying to twist away, but Hyunjin’s hands were suddenly everywhere—one tracing the line of his jaw, the other creeping over his hip, sliding just under the waistband of his shorts.
“I said NO,” Felix gasped, voice cracking, his face burning red. “I’m STILL mad at you!”
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, lips grazing his shoulder. “good. i like a brat.”
Felix’s hands fisted the sheets. Every nerve was alight, betraying his words. He opened his mouth to protest again, but Hyunjin’s fingers slipped lower, teasing, just touching where he knew felix was already dripping.
“You’re lucky I have patience… for now,” Hyunjin whispered, voice velvety and dangerous. “But maybe, just maybe… I’ll teach you what happens when you say no but feel yes.”
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“Babe you seriously said no and now you’re complaining to me about dripping??” Jisung groaned, rubbing his temples like he was a tired single mom.
“HEY— I HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE MAD.” Felix practically slammed his iced coffee so hard the straw bent.
“Felix, I swear to fucking god—” Jisung’s jaw tightened, his fake smile plastered on as he noticed customers turning their heads. “-next time you scream like that in public, I’ll gag you with the straw.”
Felix leaned in, whisper-yelling, “Ok but like—I didn’t expect him to just walk away. Everyone knows when I say no to sex I mean ‘fuck me whether I like it or not’!” he pouted.
“Maybe non-con isn’t his kink, dumbass. Not everyone has the same nasty deranged kinks you do Lix,” jisung shot back, sipping his latte.
felix scoffed so loud heads turned again. “gfirst of all, don’t act like you don’t have a piss kink—”
jisung choked on his drink. “I—SHUT UP—”
“And secondly,” Felix dragged out the word, stabbing the table with his finger, “he literally fucked me without consent the FIRST time. So excuse me if I’m confused why suddenly he’s acting like Mr. respectful boundaries!”
Jisung blinked at him. “…You do realise how insane you sound right?”
“Insane? Ji I’ve always been consistently slutty.” felix tossed his hair back, like that somehow proved his point.
Jisung sighed heavily, leaning back with hi s arms crossed. “So what, is this just gonna be a sex thing between you two? Because last time I checked you cried for two whole days when jeongin told you he was only into fucking and not an actual relationship.”
Felix froze mid-glare, his lips parting like he’d just been smacked with a memory. “...Oh yeah.” His face scrunched up, brows furrowing as his brain scrambled. “Wait—but like… he’s a demon. Do demons even do dates? Like, do they do the whole flowers-and-movies thing, or is it just blood and bending people over tables?”
Jisung deadpanned. “You’re deflecting.”
Felix waved him off, puffing his cheeks like a sulky kid. “no no because that’s an actual valid question! Maybe demons don’t even do relationships, maybe they just—” He caught himself, lips snapping shut before he could keep spiraling. His cheeks heated as his eyes darted to the side. “…WAIT. No. I’m still mad at him.”
He crossed his arms with a dramatic huff, kicking his foot against the floor. “He doesn’t just get to walk around all smug and teasing like nothing happened.”
Jisung raised a brow. “Uh-huh. And yet you haven’t shut up about him for the last twenty minutes.”