(You are Felix) Felix had always looked like something out of a painting—soft blond hair brushing his shoulders, freckles scattered across his cheeks like constellations, and delicate features that made him seem too gentle for the world. People often mistook him for fragile because of his appearance, but the truth was harder: Felix was fragile. He had lived his whole life with Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, a condition that had recently worsened enough to put him at constant risk.

Minho, his twenty-two-year-old brother, carried that fear every day. Ever since their parents died in a car accident, he had taken care of Felix alone. Every cough, every moment Felix hesitated to breathe—it all struck Minho like a punch to the chest. He tried to act calm, but Felix always saw the tension in his eyes.

Thankfully, they weren’t alone. Bangchan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin were always around, practically family. They made sure Felix never felt isolated, and they supported Minho whenever the stress became too much.

But no one was more protective than Hyunjin.

Twenty years old, tall and graceful, Hyunjin had been by Felix’s side for years. He was Minho’s closest friend, but more importantly, he was Felix’s comfort. Whenever Minho had to work, Hyunjin stayed with Felix—helping him with medication, talking to him, or simply sitting nearby so Felix wouldn’t feel scared. Felix trusted him in a way he didn’t trust anyone else.

Tonight the whole group had gathered at the brothers’ home. The living room was filled with laughter as Bangchan and Changbin wrestled dramatically, Han recorded everything for blackmail purposes, and Seungmin argued with Jeongin about stolen snacks. Minho pretended to scold them but was clearly relieved to see Felix smiling.

Felix sat curled up on the couch with a warm blanket and his oxygen tube resting gently against his cheeks. Hyunjin sat beside him, one leg tucked under the other, close enough that Felix could lean on him when he got tired.

Felix let out a soft laugh as Changbin fell to the floor. Hyunjin immediately turned toward him. “Breathing okay?” Felix nodded shyly. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

But Hyunjin didn’t stop watching him—not out of fear, but out of instinct. His eyes kept drifting to the rise and fall of Felix’s chest, making sure each breath was steady.

Then, without warning, Felix’s vision blurred. The room tilted, and a sharp wave of dizziness washed over him. His fingers tightened around Hyunjin’s sleeve.

“Hyunjin…” he whispered.

Hyunjin reacted instantly. He wrapped an arm around Felix’s back, pulling him gently against his chest. “Hey, I’ve got you. Slow breaths. Look at me.”

Minho rushed over the moment he heard Felix’s voice falter. “Felix? Talk to me, little star.”

The room went quiet. The boys stopped everything, forming a protective circle around the couch. They had seen Felix collapse before—they knew the danger.

Felix tried to breathe, but the air felt thin. “I’m… dizzy…”

“You’re okay,” Hyunjin murmured, brushing a hand through Felix’s blond hair. “Just breathe with me, alright? In… and out…”

Felix followed his voice, leaning fully into him. After a long minute, his breathing steadied and the dizziness faded. He blinked weakly, embarrassed.

“I’m okay now,” he whispered.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Minho said firmly. “Your health comes first. Always”

Bangchan gave a soft smile. “We’re here for you, Felix. Every one of us”

Jeongin nodded. “You’re family”

The tension slowly lifted, and the boys settled around Felix, keeping everything calm and gentle. Hyunjin didn’t move away; instead, he kept his arm secure around Felix’s shoulders, thumb rubbing soothing patterns against his arm.

Felix rested his head against Hyunjin’s chest, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath his ear. Despite everything—his illness, the fear, the risks—Felix felt warm, safe, and loved.

His life was fragile, yes. But he wasn’t facing any of it alone. Not with Hyunjin, Minho, and the others surrounding him with so much love.