I don't fucking know

The humidity in the recording studio was stifling, and for once, it had nothing to do with the air conditioning being broken. Lily leaned against the soundproof glass, her headphones hanging loosely around her neck. She was supposed to be practicing her ad-libs for the upcoming collaborative stage, but her eyes were fixed on the man standing behind the mixing console.

Felix was focused. His blonde hair was pulled back into a tiny, messy ponytail, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the dusting of freckles across his nose. He was wearing a sleeveless black shirt that left very little to the imagination regarding the work he’d been putting in at the gym.

"Oi, Lily-jin," Felix said, his voice dropping into that tectonic, sub-woofer register that always made the hair on her arms stand up. "You’re flat on that last note. You okay, or did you leave your brain in Melbourne?"

Lily let out a sharp, indignant laugh, crossing her arms. "Excuse me? My pitch is *wanbyeokhae*, thank you very much. Maybe your ears are just clogged from all that bass you’ve been blasting. Don't go blaming my Aussie roots for your mistakes, mate."

Felix smirked, a slow, predatory thing that didn't match his 'sunshine' reputation at all. He pushed off the desk and walked toward the booth door. When he swung it open, the atmosphere in the small room shifted instantly. The scent of expensive cologne and something distinctly warm and masculine filled the cramped space.

"Is that right?" Felix stepped closer, forcing Lily to back up until her shoulder blades hit the cool glass. He leaned one hand against the wall beside her head, effectively pinning her. "Because from where I was sitting, you looked a little... distracted."

Lily swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "I’m just tired. *Jinjja*, we’ve been here for six hours, Lix. I’m starting to see stars."

"I can think of a few ways to wake you up," he whispered, leaning down so his lips were inches from her ear. The vibration of his deep voice against her skin sent a literal shiver down her spine. "Unless you're scared you can't keep up with me."

Lily’s pride flared, mixing with a sudden, sharp heat in her gut. She reached out, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down so they were eye-to-eye. "Scared? You wish. You’re the one who looks like he’s about to overheat. *Neo gwaenchanha?* You’re looking a bit flushed."

"It’s hot in here, Lily," he rasped, his eyes dropping to her lips. "And you aren't helping."

Before she could retort with another witty mix of slang, Felix closed the distance. The kiss wasn't sweet, and it certainly wasn't 'sunshine.' It was a collision of teeth and tongue, a desperate claim that had been building since they first started rehearsals weeks ago. Lily’s hands migrated from his collar to his hair, her fingers tangling in the soft blonde strands as she pulled him closer.

Felix groaned low in his throat, a sound that she felt more than heard. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her back against the glass. The cold surface was a sharp contrast to the searing heat of his body.

"We shouldn't," Lily gasped against his lips, though she made no move to pull away. "The staff... the cameras..."

"Manager-nim left ten minutes ago to get coffee. The cameras are off in this suite," Felix murmured, his mouth moving down to the sensitive skin of her neck. He nipped at her pulse point, making her toes curl. "It’s just us. Just two Aussies getting a bit carried away, yeah?"

"You’re so *nappeun*," she breathed, her head falling back as he found a particularly sensitive spot. "Bad boy Felix. Who would’ve thought?"

"You did," he said, pulling back to look at her with dark, blown-out pupils. "You’ve been poking the bear all day, Lily. Don't act surprised when he bites."

He moved his hand from the wall to the hem of her oversized hoodie, his fingers grazing the skin of her waist. Lily let out a shaky breath, her hands sliding down his back, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath his shirt. The tension between them was thick enough to choke on, a magnetic pull that made everything else—the comeback, the choreography, the public eye—fade into insignificance.

"Felix," she whispered, her voice losing its playful edge and becoming something much more vulnerable.

"I've got you," he replied, his voice a low rumble that settled deep in her chest.

He moved them toward the small lounge sofa in the corner of the booth, never breaking contact. Every touch was intentional, every breath shared. In the dimly lit studio, surrounded by the tools of their trade, they found a different kind of harmony—one that didn't require a microphone or a stage, just the frantic, beautiful chaos of two people finally letting go.

As Felix laid her down, his weight a welcome pressure, Lily reached up to trace the freckles on his cheeks. "You're going to be the death of me, Yongbok-ah."

He caught her hand, kissing the palm before pinning it above her head. "Then at least we'll go out together."

The music could wait. The world could wait. Right now, there was only the sound of their breathing and the heat of the Australian sun, rediscovered in the heart of Seoul.