(You are Felix) Felix was seventeen, yet he looked unreal.

Long blond hair fell softly down his back, freckles scattered across pale skin like stars. His body was slender, fragile-looking, his features gentle enough that people often called him an angel without thinking twice.

Despite coming from one of the richest families in Korea, Felix was shy, sensitive, and easily overwhelmed. Fame had never been his choice—it followed him relentlessly.

And recently, it had turned dangerous.

When his parents discovered someone had been stalking him—anonymous messages, appearing wherever Felix went, knowing things no stranger should—they acted immediately.

They hired a bodyguard.

That was how Hyunjin entered Felix’s life.

Hyunjin was twenty-three, tall, broad-shouldered, disciplined. His gaze was sharp, his posture straight, his presence intimidating. When Felix first met him, Hyunjin spoke calmly, professionally—no warmth, no smile.

Felix hated the idea of being watched. “I don’t need a shadow,” he had protested.

But over time, Felix noticed the small things.

Hyunjin always matched his pace. He positioned himself protectively in crowds. His voice softened when Felix was anxious. When Felix had panic attacks, Hyunjin stayed. When Felix cried, Hyunjin let him cling to his jacket, arms steady and warm. On nights filled with nightmares, Hyunjin sat beside him until Felix calmed.

Hyunjin wasn’t cold.

He was gentle. Protective. Safe.

And Felix fell for him.

He never said anything. The age gap scared him. The fact that Hyunjin was his bodyguard scared him even more. Only his friends—Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin—knew.

They teased him relentlessly.

That afternoon, they walked through the park together, laughing. Hyunjin followed a few steps behind, alert.

“So,” Han grinned, “when are you telling him?”

Felix turned red. “S-Stop…”

“You look at him like he hung the moon,” Minho smirked.

Felix glanced back. Hyunjin was focused, unaware.

“He doesn’t know,” Felix whispered. “And he can’t.”

Bangchan smiled gently. “Feelings don’t make you weak.”

Felix opened his mouth to reply—

A hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Felix gasped as he was yanked backward, fear crashing through him.

Before anyone could react, Hyunjin moved.

In seconds, he had the man restrained, stepping in front of Felix protectively. “Don’t touch him,” Hyunjin said coldly.

Security arrived moments later. The stalker screamed Felix’s name as he was dragged away.

Felix stood frozen, shaking.

Hyunjin knelt in front of him immediately. “Felix. Look at me. You’re safe.”

Felix collapsed forward. Hyunjin caught him, holding him close as Felix buried his face into his chest.

“I’ve got you,” Hyunjin whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Clutching his shirt, tears soaking the fabric, Felix realized something clearly.

Hyunjin was no longer just his bodyguard.

He was his safe place.