You stormed down the hallway, your chest tight and eyes burning from the argument with your dad. His words echoed in your mind, cold and dismissive. It wasn’t fair how he came and went, leaving chaos behind every time. You felt hollow, abandoned, the familiar ache settling deep inside you. You needed Felix. He always knew how to make it hurt less.

You didn’t bother knocking, pushing the door open and stepping into his room. Felix was sprawled on his bed, phone in hand, his face relaxed in a lazy smile. But your heart sank when you saw Han sitting at Felix’s desk, headset around his neck as he played a video game, completely absorbed. The sounds of clicking keys and game music filled the room, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside you.

For a moment, you froze, suddenly feeling exposed. You hadn’t expected Han to be here. You almost turned around, your instinct to hidethe pain overwhelming. But then Felix looked up.

His eyes met yours, and his smile vanished, replaced by a look of concern. He immediately straightened, setting his phone aside as his brows knitted together. He knew that look—the redness around your eyes, the tightness in your shoulders. He didn’t need to ask what happened.

His expression softened, his arms instinctively opening as he whispered, “Hey… come here.”