Every night after practice, when the dorm was dark and the other members were already asleep, Hyunjin would slip a folded piece of paper under Felix’s pillow. His handwriting was messy but full of warmth, ink smudged from the way his hands shook while writing.

“Lixie, today I couldn’t look at you too long during rehearsal because my chest hurt. It’s always you. I’ll wait as long as I need to, but I just want you to know—I love you.”

Felix always found the letters, his lips curving into a small smile even in the dim light. He would stay up late, crafting his reply with delicate words, sometimes doodling little stars or hearts in the margins. He would tuck it into Hyunjin’s sketchbook, where he knew he’d find it in the morning.

“Jinnie, you don’t know how much your words keep me alive. I watch you when no one’s looking. I wish we could hold hands like other people, but maybe this is better… because it’s ours.”

Their letters stacked up, hidden in shoeboxes under their beds, the only proof of the love they weren’t allowed to show. But somehow, in secret moments, they found ways to be together—like brushing fingers when passing water bottles, lingering too long in a hug after a concert, sneaking onto the rooftop when the world was asleep.

felix looked at the clock, 2 am its late but he grabbed his phone and texted hyunjin because he really missed him

"I'm coming in your room, leave the door open now."