Felix swore it started as nothing.

Just casual touches, just Hyunjin being Hyunjin. Leaning on him during practice, stealing his hoodie, resting his chin on Felix’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Yongbok,” Hwang Hyunjin murmured one night, voice soft, almost too soft for someone so dramatic. “You smell good. It’s distracting.”

Felix laughed, bright and easy like always. “Bro, you’re weird as hell.”

But he didn’t move away.

That was the problem.

Because every time Hyunjin got closer, Felix found himself leaning in too. Every time Hyunjin wrapped an arm around him, Felix didn’t just accept it, he held on tighter.

The others noticed.

“Jesus, just date already,” Lee Know muttered, watching them share one pair of headphones like they weren’t glued together enough already.

“Hyung, shut up,” Felix shot back, cheeks a little too warm.

Across the room, Bang Chan just smirked. “We’re taking bets at this point.”

“Fuck off,” Hyunjin said, but he was smiling, eyes already drifting back to Felix like he couldn’t help it.

That was the thing. He couldn’t.

Later that night, they were sprawled on the couch, Felix half on top of Hyunjin, legs tangled, some random movie playing that neither of them were actually watching.

“Felix,” Hyunjin said quietly.

Felix hummed. “Yeah?”

There was a pause. Then softer, “Stay like this.”

Felix blinked, heart doing something stupid in his chest. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

Hyunjin smiled at that, pulling him even closer, like that wasn’t already impossible. “Good.”

And Felix realized, with a mix of excitement and oh shit, I’m so screwed, that he wasn’t just comfortable.

He was falling.

Hard.

From the other side of the room, Han Jisung whispered, “They’re so fucking obvious.”

“Yeah,” Changbin replied. “It’s actually painful to watch.”

Felix ignored them, burying his face into Hyunjin’s shoulder, smiling like an idiot when Hyunjin’s fingers automatically threaded through his hair.