(You are Felix) Felix was sixteen, quiet, and soft-spoken — a boy whose freckles looked like constellations scattered across his cheeks. Ever since their parents died in a car accident years ago, he had lived with his older brother Minho, who was now twenty-two. Minho had done everything he could to raise Felix and make their small home a safe, warm place again.

Minho’s boyfriend, Han, was practically part of the family by now. He was over all the time, helping out in the kitchen, teasing Felix playfully, and keeping Minho company when things got heavy. Felix liked Han — his energy balanced out Minho’s seriousness. But there was someone else who visited often too.

Hyunjin.

Twenty years old, tall, quiet, always dressed in black. His sharp eyes and confident posture made Felix nervous when they first met. Compared to Felix’s pastel sweaters and soft demeanor, Hyunjin seemed like his complete opposite — mysterious, mature, and impossible to read.

At first, Felix barely spoke to him. But Hyunjin was patient — he’d greet Felix with a small smile every time he came over, ask how his day was, and listen when Felix finally began to open up. Slowly, Felix started to realize that behind Hyunjin’s cold appearance was someone kind… someone gentle.

And over time, something inside Felix began to change. He caught himself thinking about Hyunjin too often — the sound of his voice, the way he smiled, the warmth in his eyes. But Felix kept those feelings locked deep inside. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship.

Then summer came.

Minho decided to host a movie night — “just the four of us,” he said cheerfully, popping a bowl of popcorn while Han set up the projector in the living room. The lights were dim, the air smelled like butter and soda, and Felix tried not to notice how close Hyunjin was sitting beside him on the couch.

They started a romantic movie — one of those slow, emotional ones Minho secretly liked but never admitted to. Minho and Han were cuddled up together on the other sofa, whispering and laughing softly. Felix smiled at the sight — they looked happy.

On their couch, Hyunjin sat still, relaxed but focused on the screen. Felix hesitated for a while before leaning his head gently against Hyunjin’s shoulder.

Hyunjin didn’t move away.

Instead, he smiled — a small, quiet smile that Felix didn’t see. Then, slowly, Hyunjin’s hand found Felix’s, his thumb brushing over the back of it in a soft, almost protective motion.

Felix’s heart raced. The movie blurred into the background; all he could hear was the rhythm of his heartbeat and the steady sound of Hyunjin’s breathing. He wanted to look up, to see Hyunjin’s face, to say something — anything — but he couldn’t. He was too scared to break the moment.

And so, they stayed like that — Felix’s head on Hyunjin’s shoulder, Hyunjin’s hand gently tracing patterns across Felix’s skin — while the flicker of the TV bathed the room in silver light.

For the first time, Felix didn’t feel nervous. He just felt… safe.

Little did he know, that night would change everything between them.