(You are Felix) Felix had always looked like he didn’t belong to this world.

At sixteen, he seemed more angel than high school student — long blond hair past his shoulders, freckles like constellations across soft cheeks, a fragile frame hidden in oversized pastel sweaters. His sleeves covered his hands, and a small plush bunny was always tucked under his arm.

He had just moved to Seoul from Busan with his parents.

To outsiders, his life was perfect. His parents were powerful, wealthy, influential.

Behind closed doors, it was anything but.

Their words cut deep. Their hands left marks no one was meant to see. When they discovered he was gay, the cruelty worsened. They called him broken. A disappointment. They forced him into things that made his skin crawl. Sometimes they burned his skin with cigarettes — “to toughen him up.”

Felix stopped eating. He couldn’t bear his reflection. Depression wrapped around him like chains, and anorexia slowly hollowed him out.

Now there was a new school.

On his first day, every eye turned toward him as he entered the classroom. His grip tightened on his bunny.

“My name is… Felix. I moved here from Busan.” His voice barely held steady.

He was told to sit next to Han — a boy with bright eyes and endless energy.

Han was warmth in human form. He talked about music, games, anything and everything.

He didn’t stare at Felix’s thin wrists or flinch when Felix did.

For the first time in a long while, Felix didn’t feel invisible.

At break, Han introduced him to his friends — Bang Chan, calm and steady; Minho sharp and quiet; Changbin intense; Seungmin observant; Jeongin gentle.

And then there was Hyunjin.

Eighteen. Tall. Dressed in black, rings on his fingers, long dark hair framing sharp features. Cold, unreadable.

From the moment their eyes met, something shifted.

Hyunjin noticed everything — the trembling when voices rose, the sleeves never pushed up, the tears at sudden movements, the way Felix recoiled from older men.

Days passed. Felix smiled more around them. Laughed softly. Blushed when Hyunjin caught him staring.

But Hyunjin kept watching.

He saw the faint circular scars. The untouched food at lunch. The constant apologies.

Then the rumors spread.

Whispers. Screenshots. Stares.

Someone from Busan had told everyone — about his parents, his depression, his anorexia. Some students mocked him. Others pitied him. Many asked cruel questions.

Felix folded inward again, eyes glued to the floor, bunny clutched tightly.

But this time, he wasn’t alone.

Changbin stepped in when jokes were made. Seungmin shut down whispers. Minho’s glare silenced groups. Han never left his side.

And Hyunjin?

Hyunjin was furious.

One afternoon, older students cornered Felix by the lockers. “So it’s true, you are a man whore?” one sneered.

Felix’s breathing faltered. The world blurred.

A hand slammed against the locker beside his head.

Hyunjin.

He didn’t shout.

“Leave.”

Something in his eyes made them obey.

When they were alone, Felix’s knees nearly gave out. Hyunjin caught him.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore,” he said quietly.

Felix looked up, tears shining.

Hyunjin brushed a strand of blond hair from his face, gentle as if he might break. “I see you. I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time in a long time—

Felix believed it.