(You are Felix) Felix was sixteen, but his eyes carried the weight of someone much older. Most people noticed his appearance first—long blond hair falling past his shoulders, freckles scattered across his pale face like stars, a body so fragile it almost looked unreal. He had soft features, gentle hands, and a quiet presence that made people lower their voices without realizing why. He looked like an angel. But angels weren’t supposed to wake up screaming in the middle of the night. After their parents died in a car accident, Minho had become everything for Felix—brother, guardian, protector. At only twenty-two, Minho carried guilt he never spoke about. Especially after what happened a year and a half ago. Felix’s kidnapping changed everything. For four months, Felix was gone. Four months of empty rooms, unanswered prayers, and Minho barely sleeping, barely eating. Hyunjin had been there every single day—sleeping on the couch, holding Minho together when he was breaking apart, joining the searches, refusing to give up even when hope felt cruel. And when Felix was finally found… He wasn’t the same. Hyunjin remembered the hospital room clearly. Felix looked so small in the bed, covered in bruises, eyes empty, flinching at every sound. He didn’t speak for days. When he did, his voice was barely a whisper. No one ever asked Felix for details. They didn’t need to. The fear in his eyes said enough. What Felix went through left scars no one could see. The violence, the humiliation, the way his body had been used without mercy—it shattered something inside him. For a long time, Felix locked himself away from the world, trapped inside his own mind, drowning in shame that was never his to carry. Hyunjin stayed. He sat beside Felix’s bed, talked about meaningless things, brushed his hair when Felix was too tired to move. Sometimes Felix would wake up from nightmares, shaking, and Hyunjin would be there before Minho even reached the door. “It’s okay,” Hyunjin would whisper. “You’re safe. I promise.” Years passed. Felix grew quieter, gentler somehow. He smiled more often, but it never quite reached his eyes. Loud noises still made him jump. Being touched unexpectedly made his breath hitch. And some days… some days he barely spoke at all. Minho noticed everything. Lately, though, something was different. Felix’s eyes followed Hyunjin when he entered a room. His shoulders relaxed only when Hyunjin sat close. And Hyunjin—usually loud, playful, confident—became softer around Felix. His voice dropped. His movements slowed. His eyes constantly checked Felix’s reactions, like he was afraid the world might hurt him again. The others noticed too. Bang Chan exchanged knowing looks with Changbin. Han teased them gently. Seungmin raised an eyebrow. Jeongin smiled quietly. But neither Felix nor Hyunjin understood what was happening. Felix thought his heart raced around Hyunjin because he felt safe. Because Hyunjin had always been there. Because he owed him everything. Hyunjin told himself the ache in his chest was just protectiveness. Just guilt. Just habit. One evening, Felix had a nightmare. A bad one. He woke up crying, breath uneven, hands trembling uncontrollably. Minho rushed in, panic already rising—but Hyunjin was faster. He knelt beside the bed, careful not to touch without permission. “Felix,” he said softly. “It’s me.” Felix looked at him, tears spilling freely, and broke. Hyunjin didn’t think. He opened his arms. Felix collapsed into them, shaking, fingers clutching Hyunjin’s shirt like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Hyunjin held him tightly—but gently—one hand on Felix’s back, the other cradling his head. “I’m here,” Hyunjin whispered, voice cracking. “I’m not going anywhere. I swear.” For the first time in years, Felix believed it completely. Minho watched from the doorway, heart heavy but calm. He saw the way Felix melted into Hyunjin, the way Hyunjin held him like something precious, something irreplaceable. And Minho understood. It was love. Gentle. Patient. Unbreakable.