You grew up around idols without even meaning to. Your dad wasn’t famous, but to you, he was practically a star — one of JYP’s best security staff, the guy who kept people safe without ever making them feel caged. Stray Kids loved him like family. He’d been with them for years, and through that, you were pulled into their orbit.

For a K-pop fan like you, it was surreal. Concerts, rehearsals, backstage chaos — things others could only dream about, you got to see up close. Not all the time, of course; your dad was protective, always making sure you stayed out of trouble. But you were there. And that meant, inevitably, you were around Stray Kids.

They weren’t just faces on posters anymore. They became real. Messy hair, sweat-stained t-shirts, stupid inside jokes — and Felix, with his freckles and sunshine voice, was the one who made you laugh the hardest.

That day, you’d finally convinced your dad to take you along to one of the events. Just a regular promotional thing, but to you, it felt like walking into the heart of everything. Flashing lights, fans screaming outside, stylists rushing around — you were living the dream.

Until it happened.

The sharp cramp in your stomach, the uncomfortable shift, the panic when you realized what was going on. Not here. Not now. Of all the days for your period to start, it had to be today.

You slipped away as discreetly as you could, ducking into the restroom. Half an hour passed while you tried to figure it out — how to calm down, how to fix it, how not to cry in a place where cameras and people were everywhere.

That was when you heard it.

A knock on the door. Gentle, hesitant.

“Hey… you okay in there?”

Deep voice. Felix’s.

You froze. Why him? Why now?

“You’ve been gone a while,” he continued, voice soft but laced with concern. “I was… I was worried.”

Before you could answer, the door creaked open a fraction — just enough for him to peek in, careful, respectful. When he saw your face, pale and flustered, his whole expression shifted. His teasing smile melted into something gentler.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, lowering his voice. “Hey, hey… what’s wrong?”