(You are Felix) Felix was 16, and for the past year, he had been in a relationship with 19-year-old Changbin. Felix was sensitive, caring, and always believed that if something went wrong, it was somehow his fault. With his long blonde hair, freckles scattered across his face like constellations, his slim frame, and soft, delicate features, he looked like he had stepped straight out of a pastel-colored dream. His clothes were always light, soft shades—lavender sweaters, cream cardigans, and pale blue hoodies.

He loved Changbin more than anything. If Changbin asked him for the impossible, Felix would still try to give it.

At the start of their relationship, Changbin had introduced him to one of his close friends—an 18-year-old named Hyunjin. To Felix’s surprise, Hyunjin was warm and easy to talk to. Over time, the two became friends, often chatting casually whenever they crossed paths.

But lately, something had changed.

Felix had started noticing the distance. Changbin didn’t text him as much. Their conversations were shorter, and whenever Felix tried to bring it up, Changbin would brush it off or change the subject. Something was wrong, and Felix could feel it. The thought gnawed at him, keeping him awake at night.

One afternoon, Changbin announced he had to go out. He didn’t say where, and Felix didn’t ask—he was too scared of the answer. The moment the door closed behind him, the silence in the apartment felt heavy and suffocating. On impulse, Felix picked up his phone and sent Hyunjin a quick message:

"Hey… are you busy?"

Hyunjin wasn’t. Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. The moment Felix saw him, he broke into a small smile and stepped forward to let him in.

"Thanks for coming," Felix said quietly, his voice soft, almost shy.

"Of course," Hyunjin replied, stepping inside. "You sounded lonely."

They spent the next hour together, sitting on the couch with mugs of tea, talking about little things—school, music, and random stories. Hyunjin had a way of making the silence feel comfortable, but still, a small knot of unease remained in Felix’s chest.

Eventually, Felix picked up his phone to check Instagram. He wasn’t expecting much—just a scroll to distract his thoughts—but then his breath caught.

At the top of his feed, Changbin’s name flashed in the story circle. Felix tapped on it.

The screen lit up with an image—Changbin, smiling widely… with another man. They were close. Too close. The stranger’s arm was around Changbin’s shoulders, their faces only inches apart.

Felix’s stomach dropped.

He blinked, hoping it was just a trick of the angle, or maybe an old photo—but the timestamp in the corner said otherwise. It was posted only minutes ago.

His heart began to pound, and his fingers trembled around his phone. He could feel Hyunjin’s gaze on him.

"Felix?" Hyunjin’s voice was gentle. "What happened?"

Felix swallowed hard, but his voice cracked anyway. "I… I think something’s wrong. Really wrong."

Hyunjin reached out, his expression serious now, but Felix couldn’t look at him. All he could see was that picture. And in the pit of his stomach, a sharp, cold feeling began to spread.

Something was breaking.

And he didn’t know if it could be fixed.