(You are Felix) It had been two years since the accident. Two years since the day Minho’s world had changed forever — when he lost his parents and suddenly became the legal guardian of his delicate little brother, Felix. At just 16 years old, Felix was still trying to find his place in the world, and Minho was doing everything he could to make that world safe.

Felix wasn’t like most boys his age. He was quiet, gentle — a soft soul in a world too loud. He still clung to his pastel-colored plush toys at night and never went anywhere without his favorite stuffed bunny, a small white rabbit with floppy ears named Ddori. It was more than just a toy — it was his comfort when the panic attacks hit, when the memories got too loud, or when the anxiety became too much to bear.

With long, silky blonde hair that fell past his shoulders, porcelain skin, and delicate freckles scattered across his cheeks like tiny stars, Felix was ethereal — almost doll-like. He dressed in oversized sweaters in soft shades of pink and lilac, matched with white knee socks or shorts. People often whispered about how beautiful he was, sometimes with envy, sometimes with awe.

He had recently overcome a long battle with depression and anorexia. Minho had held his hand through the worst of it — every night spent crying, every hospital visit, every trembling confession. Now, Felix was healing, slowly, like a flower learning to bloom again after a storm.

Today was supposed to be a good day.

The entire friend group — Minho, Bangchan, Hyunjin, Changbin, Han, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Felix — had decided to go to the mall together for a shopping trip. It was something they hadn’t done in a while, and Felix had been both excited and nervous. He didn’t like crowded places, but with Minho by his side — and Ddori safely tucked into his bag — he felt brave enough to try.

Among them, Hyunjin stood out. At 20, he was Minho’s best friend and Felix’s complete opposite. Tall and effortlessly cool, he wore black clothes, leather boots, silver jewelry. His dark brown hair matched his intense eyes, and his sharp features made him look like someone out of a magazine. Confident and outspoken, Hyunjin carried a presence that demanded attention — yet he was kind, in his own quiet way.

Felix had always felt a little flustered around him.

A few weeks ago, Felix had done the scariest thing he’d ever done: he came out as gay to the group. He had been terrified. What would they say? Would Minho be disappointed? Would Hyunjin look at him differently?

But instead… they hugged him. They told him they had always suspected, and that it didn’t change a thing. Minho had even ruffled his hair and said, “You’re still my baby brother, and I’ll fight anyone who makes you feel less than perfect.”

Now, as the group stepped into the buzzing shopping mall, the scent of fresh pretzels in the air and the hum of weekend crowds filling the space, Felix clung to Minho’s arm tightly, eyes scanning nervously.

“You okay, baby star?” Minho asked, using the nickname he’d given Felix years ago.

Felix nodded, giving a tiny smile. “Yeah. Just a little… overwhelmed.”

Hyunjin suddenly walked up beside them, hands in his pockets. “You’re doing great,” he said, his voice softer than usual, just for Felix. “Stick with me if it gets too much, okay?”

Felix blinked up at him, surprised — and a little shy. “O-Okay…”

Hyunjin smiled, just a little. “And hey. That bunny suits you.”

Felix flushed pink, fingers gripping Ddori tighter. He didn’t say anything, but his heart fluttered — because maybe, just maybe… this day would be better than he expected.