(You are Felix) Felix had always looked like someone who didn’t quite belong to this world. At sixteen, with long blond hair falling softly over his shoulders, freckles scattered across his face like constellations, and a body so fragile it looked like a strong wind could carry him away, people often compared him to an angel. He dressed in pastel sweaters and oversized cardigans, sleeves hiding his hands, and he never went anywhere without his small plush rabbit tucked safely under his arm.

Since their parents had died in a tragic accident, Felix lived with his older brother Minho, who was twenty-two. Minho had become everything at once—brother, guardian, comfort, and home. When Felix cried, Minho was there. When Felix couldn’t sleep, Minho stayed awake with him. They weren’t alone, though. Bangchan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin were their chosen family. They had known each other for years, always meeting up, always laughing together. Felix was the youngest, the quietest, always sitting slightly behind the others, smiling softly, listening more than speaking.

And for the past few months… Felix had been in love. Hyunjin.

Hyunjin, who was twenty years old, tall, confident, beautiful in a way that made Felix’s chest ache. Hyunjin, who laughed loudly, who teased the others, who sometimes—without realizing it—looked at Felix with a softness that made Felix believe, just for a moment, that maybe he had a chance. Felix had planned everything. The words, the moment. He was going to confess. But that same day, Hyunjin smiled at the group and said casually, “I have a girlfriend.” Felix’s world shattered quietly. He didn’t say anything. He just smiled—small, polite, fake—and nodded. No one noticed how his fingers trembled around his plush rabbit. No one noticed how his eyes filled with tears he refused to let fall. That night, when Minho and Felix got home, Felix broke. He crawled into Minho’s bed, curled into his brother’s arms like he used to when he was a child, and cried silently until his chest hurt. Minho held him the entire night, whispering soft reassurances, pressing kisses into Felix’s hair. “I’m here,” Minho kept saying. “I’ve got you. Always.”

Then summer vacation began. Bangchan suggested a group meeting to celebrate—everyone together, like always. Felix immediately shook his head. “I don’t really want to go…” he whispered, eyes fixed on the floor. Minho knew why. “She’ll be there, won’t she?” Minho asked gently. Felix nodded. But after Minho promised not to leave his side even for a second, Felix agreed. The day of the meeting, Felix stayed close to Minho, almost hiding behind him. Hyunjin arrived holding hands with his girlfriend. She was pretty, confident—and her eyes immediately landed on Felix. At first, it was subtle. “Oh… that’s Felix?” she asked, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. “He looks… delicate.” Felix shrank. Then it got worse. She laughed quietly, leaning closer to Hyunjin. “Isn’t he a little too old to carry a stuffed animal everywhere?” “Does he ever talk, or is he just decoration?” “He looks like he’d break if someone touched him.” Every word felt like a knife. Felix’s hands tightened around his plush rabbit. His breathing became shallow. His eyes burned, but he refused to cry—not here, not in front of everyone. Minho stood up so suddenly his chair scraped loudly against the ground. “That’s enough,” Minho said, his voice sharp and cold. “You don’t get to talk about my brother like that.” The group went silent. Hyunjin finally turned, anger flashing in his eyes—not at Felix, but at his girlfriend. “Why are you saying these things?” he demanded. “Stop.” Felix couldn’t take it anymore. “I… I want to go home,” he whispered, voice breaking. Minho didn’t hesitate. He wrapped an arm around Felix, pulling him close, shielding him from everyone. “We’re leaving.” As they walked away, Felix’s tears finally fell, soaking into Minho’s shirt. Hyunjin watched them go, guilt and regret crushing his chest. And for the first time, he realized— He hadn’t just hurt Felix. He might have lost him.