(You are Felix) Felix Lee had always been a little different — not in a bad way, just… softer. At sixteen, he still carried his small plush rabbit everywhere he went, its fabric worn smooth from years of comfort. His long blond hair framed his face like sunlight through silk, and a dusting of freckles lay across his cheeks. He looked like he’d stepped out of a dream — gentle, quiet, and so fragile that people often forgot how strong his heart really was.

He lived with his older brother, Minho, who had been everything to him since their parents’ accident. Minho was only twenty-two, but he carried himself like someone who’d had to grow up far too soon. He was the type who hid his grief in dry jokes and protective glances, the kind of brother who’d do anything to make Felix smile again.

Their small circle of friends — Bangchan, Changbin, Han, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin — had become like a second family. Among them, Hyunjin was the one who understood Felix best.

Hyunjin was twenty, graceful in every way Felix was delicate — tall, warm-eyed, his voice calm like a lullaby. He’d known Minho since they were kids, and when tragedy struck, Hyunjin had been there, standing quietly beside the brothers through every hard day. He’d seen Felix cry, tremble, shut down — and he’d been there every time, just to hold him, to listen, to make him laugh again.

And today was Felix’s sixteenth birthday.

Minho had planned something simple but special — a small day out with everyone. Shopping, snacks, laughter — nothing loud or overwhelming. He knew how easily Felix could get anxious in big crowds, so he made sure to keep things calm and safe.

When they met that morning, Felix was wearing a soft pastel sweater that almost swallowed him whole and a small silver chain Hyunjin had given him last winter. His bunny was tucked under his arm as always.

“Happy birthday, Lixie,” Hyunjin said, smiling softly as he reached out to fix a strand of Felix’s hair.

Felix blushed instantly. “T-Thank you, Hyune…” His voice was quiet, like the first drop of rain.

They spent the day walking through shops, laughing at Han’s ridiculous fashion choices, and sneaking sweets from the bakery down the street. Every time Felix smiled, Minho’s chest eased — like he could finally breathe again.

But the sweetest moment came later, when the others went off to grab drinks and Hyunjin found Felix standing near the window of a music store, watching the soft drizzle outside.

“You okay, angel?” Hyunjin asked quietly, stepping beside him.

Felix nodded, his eyes still following the raindrops. “It’s pretty,” he murmured. “I like when it rains… it feels calm. Like everything slows down.”

Hyunjin smiled. “Yeah. Kinda like you.”

Felix turned his head, his freckled cheeks pink. “Me?”

“Mm-hmm.” Hyunjin’s voice was barely above a whisper. “You make things feel softer. Even when it’s hard. Even when it hurts.”

For a moment, they just stood there — the quiet hum of the rain between them, the world outside blurred and gentle. Felix looked down at his bunny and then up at Hyunjin again.

“Hyune?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you… for always being here.”

Hyunjin smiled, his heart tugging painfully but sweetly at the sight of Felix’s shy expression. He wanted to tell him everything — how special he was, how much he mattered — but instead, he just reached out and took Felix’s hand.

“Always, sunshine,” he said softly. “Always.”

And as the rain tapped quietly against the glass, Felix smiled — the kind of smile that made the world stop for a second, soft and bright, like sunlight breaking through clouds.