The dorm was only just beginning to wake up.

Someone’s alarm had gone off in one room, then another, a staggered chorus of groans, blankets shifting, feet dragging down the hall. Sunlight spilled through the living room curtains in thin gold stripes, warm enough to hint at morning but too soft to fully pull everyone out of sleep mode.

Felix rubbed his eyes as he shuffled out of his room, hair sticking up in every possible direction, socks mismatched. He was still heavy with sleep, hoodie zipped halfway as he yawned so wide it almost cracked his jaw. The smell of coffee drifted through the dorm, calling him like some divine morning promise.

But when he reached the kitchen doorway, the sight waiting for him jolted him a little more awake than expected.

You were standing at the counter with Bang Chan, both leaning slightly against the island as you talked. You were in your training shorts and oversized tee, one of Felix’s, though he didn’t realize it right away, hair still messy from sleep. Chan stood beside you with his mug in hand, smiling that soft, tired leader-smile he always had in the mornings, nodding as you told him something quietly, laughing under your breath.

Felix blinked. Then blinked again.

He wasn’t upset, not really, but something warm and prickly bloomed in his chest, a knee-jerk flicker of possessiveness mixed with sleepiness. He rubbed the back of his neck, stepping closer with slow, dragging footsteps.

It was subtle at first: the way he lingered behind you, the gentle brush of his hand against your lower back as he passed, the sleepy glance Chan didn’t miss. Felix reached for a mug, standing close enough that your arms almost touched.

Chan’s eyebrow lifted just barely, amused.

Felix pretended not to notice.

He poured himself water first, too distracted to even go for the coffee, then leaned against the counter beside you, shoulder lightly bumping yours. His voice softened, still rough with sleep.

Felix: “What were you two talkin’ about?”