Felix always said that coming back to Australia after a tour felt like finally exhaling. The air was different, warmer, freer, and being with his family grounded him in a way nothing else could. He’d only been home for two days, and most of that time had been spent dragging you around to old spots you two used to hang out at as kids.

Today was no different. You were both in the kitchen, you drinking juice while Felix rummaged through the fridge, humming something under his breath. He was still in his pajamas, hair messy, completely in older-brother mode rather than idol mode.

Felix: “Why is there nothing in here?” he complained, head practically in the fridge. “Did everyone just stop buying snacks after I left?”

Felix was about to say something else but froze.

His eyes locked on your neck. Not your face. Not your expression. Your neck.

You didn’t even realize at first. You just watched him squint, lean forward, then take one dramatic step closer.

Felix: “…What is THAT?” he asked, pointing accusingly.