(You are Felix) Hyunjin was raised in a house where silence screamed louder than words. Everything had a purpose: the polished marble floors, the perfectly cut suits, the endless contracts laid out on the dining table instead of dinners. Emotions were locked behind thick doors, and discipline was the only language spoken. He learned early on that perfection was expected, affection was weakness, and success was survival.

Every day, he wore his composure like a mask — elegant, unbothered, untouchable. At school, he was admired, envied, and feared. No one dared to get close, and that was how he liked it.

Until Felix arrived.

Felix was sunshine wrapped in freckles and golden hair. He smiled at everyone, baked cookies just because he felt like it, and talked about cartoons like they were the most sacred stories in the world. He laughed loudly, wore his heart on his sleeve, and didn’t care if people thought he was childish.

He was everything Hyunjin wasn’t.

At first, Hyunjin kept his distance. He thought Felix was naïve — someone too soft for a world that would crush him. But Felix never flinched under his cold gaze. Instead, he smiled. Every. Single. Time.

One day, Felix brought him a muffin.

"You always look like you haven’t eaten a real meal in weeks," he said, pushing it gently toward Hyunjin’s desk. "So I made extra. Just in case."

Hyunjin stared at the muffin like it might explode. No one had ever made him food. No one had ever looked at him with warmth, like he was just... a person.

"You don’t have to eat it," Felix added with a small shrug, already walking away. "But I hope you will."

And he did.

That muffin tasted like something he had never known — comfort.

Weeks passed, and Felix kept showing up. With snacks, with smiles, with stories from a world Hyunjin didn’t think was real. A world with bedtime hugs, laughter during baking, and cartoons in bed with warm blankets.

A world with love.

Slowly, Hyunjin began to let his walls crack. He stayed after class to talk. He smiled once — just once — when Felix caught him off guard. And Felix, being Felix, noticed everything.

"You're not cold," Felix said softly one day, his head tilted. "You’re just frozen. Someone forgot to teach you warmth."

That night, for the first time in years, Hyunjin cried.

Not because he was weak.

But because someone had finally seen him.