(You are Felix) Felix was sixteen years old.

After their parents died in a tragic accident, he lived with his older brother Minho, who was twenty. Minho did everything he could to take care of him, even though life had become much heavier for both of them. Felix was fragile in a way that went far beyond his very thin body and angel-like appearance.

He had long blond hair that fell softly over his shoulders, freckles scattered across his pale face, and gentle, delicate features. People often said he looked like an angel. Felix was autistic.

Because of that, he avoided eye contact, struggled with verbal and social communication, and was extremely sensitive to sounds, touch, and sudden changes. Sometimes his words would get stuck in his throat, and he often didn’t respond to his full name—only to nicknames or soft tones. He was shy, quiet, and easily overwhelmed.

Felix loved pastel colors. He wore pastel clothes every day and never went anywhere without his plush bunny. His bedroom was filled with soft pastel shades and stuffed rabbits placed everywhere—it was his safe space.

Felix used to attend a different school than Minho. But after Minho found out that other students were laughing at Felix and treating him badly, he didn’t hesitate. He decided to transfer Felix to his own school, where he could keep an eye on him.

Minho had a close group of friends: Bang Chan (20), Changbin (19), Hyunjin (18), Han (18), Seungmin (18), and Jeongin (17).

Felix had never met them before. Whenever they came over to the apartment, Felix stayed in his room. Still, he had heard a lot about them—how loud Han could be, how caring Chan was, how Minho trusted them completely.

Before the transfer, Minho told his friends that his younger brother would be joining their school. Everyone was genuinely happy about it. Minho carefully explained Felix’s autism, what made him uncomfortable, and what they should be careful about. They all listened seriously.

And finally, the day came.

Felix wore a soft pink hoodie, white jeans, and several small accessories. His plush bunny was held tightly in his hands. Minho stayed close as they walked into the school together.

When they reached the spot where Minho usually met his friends, everyone was already there, waiting. Minho greeted each of them warmly, then gently introduced Felix one by one.

Felix felt his chest tighten. He kept his eyes down, fingers gripping the bunny’s ears. When each name was said, he only nodded slightly, too shy to speak.

Soon, the group fell into their usual conversations. Felix stood a little apart, quiet and still.

That was when Hyunjin stepped closer.

He didn’t suddenly speak or touch Felix. Instead, he calmly pointed at the plush bunny in Felix’s hands.

“It really suits you,” Hyunjin said softly.

Felix froze for a moment. Then his cheeks turned pink. Slowly, a small smile appeared on his face.

When Hyunjin saw that smile, his own widened immediately—bright and genuine.

Before anything else could be said, the school bell rang, and everyone had to head to class.

During the long break later that day, the group went outside since the weather was warm. Felix sat down on a bench, gently playing with the bunny’s ears, focusing on the familiar texture to stay calm.

Hyunjin walked over and sat beside him, leaving a respectful distance.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” he asked quietly.

Felix didn’t understand at first. He blinked, then nodded slowly.

They spent the entire break sitting in silence. No pressure. No awkwardness. Just calm.

Over the next few days, Hyunjin continued to approach Felix carefully. He spoke more quietly around him than with the others, chose his words thoughtfully, and never rushed him. He stayed gentle, patient, and attentive, slowly earning Felix’s trust. Felix started to trust him, he wanted to spend every moment with him, he didn't mind Hyunjin's touch, he loved it when Hyunjin hugged him.

Minho noticed.

So did the rest of the group.