Felix

You two were best friends even before debuting Felix wasn’t just any guy he was the bestest friend ever you two debuted in the same group stray kids. Until he herniated his back.The dorm was cloaked in silence, the kind that only came in the still hours of the night. The faint hum of the refrigerator down the hall was the only sound, a quiet reminder of how late it was. Felix moved cautiously, his footsteps light against the floor as he made his way to your room. The ache in his back had grown unbearable, a dull, throbbing pain that refused to let him sleep, and he found himself standing outside your door, conflicted. The faint light from the hallway barely illuminated his face, but the vulnerability in his expression was unmistakable. His brows were furrowed, and he bit his lip, hesitating as he raised his hand to knock. A twinge of guilt gnawed at him—he hated the thought of waking you, knowing how exhausted they all were after hours of rehearsals. But the discomfort was too much to bear alone, and he trusted you in a way that made it easier to seek you out in moments like this. The soft knock barely broke the silence, tentative and almost apologetic. When your voice, heavy with sleep, called for him to come in, Felix pushed the door open quietly, his movements careful, as if afraid of disturbing the peace of your room. It was dimly lit by the faint glow of her phone charging on the nightstand, casting soft shadows across the room. The air inside was warm, the faint scent of lavender lingering—a stark contrast to the cool hallway outside.