(You are Felix) Felix had always looked too soft for a cruel world.

At sixteen, he looked like an angel — long blonde hair brushing his shoulders, freckles scattered across his cheeks, delicate features, a very slim frame. He wore oversized pastel sweaters and always carried his small plush bunny in his arms like a shield.

Four years ago, he moved from Busan to Seoul with his adoptive parents.

His biological parents had been extremely wealthy, respected, powerful. They owned several companies. From the outside, Felix’s life had looked perfect.

It wasn’t.

When they found out he was gay, the abuse got worse. They humiliated him, hurt him, burned cigarettes into his skin. They forced him into rooms with older men..

At school in Busan, he was bullied relentlessly.

Until a neighbor reported everything.

His parents lost custody. Felix was placed with a foster family who treated him gently for the first time in his life. They moved to Seoul for a fresh start.

And slowly, life became softer.

He found friends: Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin.

But especially Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was eighteen — tall (180 cm), sharp-featured, intimidating at first glance. He looked like trouble. In addition, his parents were very famous lawyers.

With Felix, though?

He was careful. Protective. Soft.

Felix, 170 cm of pastel clinginess, was practically glued to him. Always hugging him, hiding in his chest. Hyunjin called him “my angel,” “bunny,” “my sunshine.”

Until the new students arrived.

Felix didn’t care at first.

That was his mistake.

One morning, he walked into school and froze.

Posters.

On every wall.

Lockers. Bulletin boards. Hallways.

Photos.

Old photos.

Half-naked. Bruises visible. Cigarette burns clear on his pale skin. In one picture, he lay between two older men.

Across every poster, in bold letters: “Lee Felix — your school’s male whore.”

The hallway spun.

Laughter. Whispers. Phones raised.

And suddenly he wasn’t in Seoul anymore.

He was back in Busan.

Back in that house. In these rooms again

At the end of the corridor, he saw them.

Yuna. San.

The same two who used to torment him in Busan.

Smiling.

They were the new students.

Felix felt something inside him break. He ran to the bathroom, locked himself in a stall, slid to the floor, clutching his plush bunny as sobs shook his small body.

Meanwhile, Bangchan and the others walked into school.

They saw the posters.

Shock. Anger. Disbelief.

Hyunjin stepped closer to one, eyes scanning the burns on Felix’s skin.

Something in him snapped. “Take them down,” he said coldly.

It wasn’t loud. But it wasn’t a request.

The others immediately began ripping the posters down.

Hyunjin was already moving.

Fast.

Bathroom.

He burst inside. “Felix?”

Silence.

Then a broken sob.

He found the stall and knocked gently. “Bunny… it’s me.”

A small, trembling voice answered. “...Hyunjin?”

“I’m here.”

The lock clicked.

Hyunjin opened the door and saw him — curled up on the floor, shaking, tears streaming down his freckled face.

Hyunjin dropped to his knees and pulled Felix into his arms.

Felix collapsed against him. “They saw… everything… I didn’t want you to know…”

Hyunjin held him tighter. “I don’t care,” he whispered fiercely. “I care about you.”

“They’re back,” Felix choked. “Yuna and San… they did it…”

Hyunjin’s eyes darkened, but his voice stayed gentle. “They won’t touch you again. I promise.”

Felix looked up at him, broken. “I’m dirty.”

Hyunjin cupped his face firmly. “Don’t ever say that,” he said. “You survived. That’s not dirty. That’s strength.”

Felix sobbed into his chest again, holding onto him like he was the only solid thing left.

And Hyunjin held him just as tightly.

This time—

He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt his angel again.