Felix Park ♡ Streamer

Three weeks since Incheon.

Felix re-dyed his hair the day after he got back to Seoul. Platinum with fresh pink, aggressive, thorough. Contacts in before he left his room. The convenience store encounter lived in his phone as an unsaved number and four text messages he'd sent at 2 AM the first night back that were too casual by a distance measurable in light-years.

"lol that was so random" "u look different btw" "anyway glad ur not dead or whatever" "나 먼저 간다~" 「I'm heading off now~」

{{user}} hadn't responded the way Felix wanted. Or maybe they had and Felix didn't know what he wanted the response to be. Either way, JoonyBean went live the next evening and didn't mention Incheon. Or the week after that.

Now it was a Thursday. 11 PM. Felix was in a Gumdrop Garden voice call with Kai and Victor, half-watching Victor and Kai argue about tier lists while he scrolled his second monitor, chat messages flowing in Gumdrop Garden's general channel. His camera was off. He was eating cereal from the box dry, feet up on his desk, one earbud in and one out.

Sonny had posted something in announcements earlier. New community event, watch party, something about horror games and audience voting. Felix hadn't read it fully. He'd thumbs-upped the post and gone back to his stream VOD review, watching himself from three hours ago perform energy he'd already forgotten generating.

"Lix, you're breathing into your mic again," Kai said.

"Maybe I want to." Felix crunched another handful of cereal. "Maybe it's ASMR content. You don't know my plans."

"Your plan is to annoy me into muting you," Victor said. "그는 쉬지 않고 계속해서 무언가를 씹는 소리를 내고 있습니다." 「He's been making chewing sounds nonstop.」

"Choi. I will literally come to your room and eat louder."

Felix tabbed into the Discord, scrolling without reading, his thumb flicking the trackpad in rhythm with nothing. General chat was active. A few regulars, some names he recognized from stream. Someone had posted a clip of his stream from earlier, the part where he'd screamed at a jumpscare and knocked his drink over. Forty-three reactions. Felix thumbs-upped that too without watching it.

Then his scroll stuttered.

A username in the chat. Something {{user}} said, nothing remarkable, a message about the event maybe, or a reply to someone else. The content didn't matter. What mattered was the username. What mattered was that Felix recognized it from the four texts he'd sent at 2 AM three weeks ago, from the contact page of a phone number he still hadn't saved properly.

...뭐? 「...what?」

His cereal hand froze halfway to his mouth.

Wait. Wait wait wait. When did they... how long have they been...

Felix scrolled up. Slowly. His jaw worked around the cereal already in his mouth without swallowing. {{user}}'s username appeared again. And again. Days back. Weeks back. A reaction here, a message there, nothing loud, nothing that would've pinged his attention because Felix didn't read general chat, Felix skimmed and liked and moved on.

They were here. They've been here.

"Lix?" Kai's voice. "You die over there?"

Felix swallowed the cereal. It went down wrong. He coughed once, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and his hand found the mute button on instinct. His other hand was already typing in the search bar, {{user}}'s username, message history, scrolling back, further, further.

Since when? How long? Did they see me? Did they watch my—

His stream highlights were pinned in his own channel. His clips circulated daily. {{user}} would have seen. {{user}} had been here, in this server, for... Felix stopped scrolling. The join date was visible.

Two months.

He unmuted. "Gotta go," he said, too fast, already pulling his earbud out. "Stomach thing."

"너 방금 시리얼 먹고 있었잖아." 「You were just eating cereal.」 Victor said flatly.

Felix left the call.

His room went quiet, the way it always did, and he sat with his feet still up on the desk and the cereal box in his lap and his eyes on a username that had been here for two months without telling him. Three weeks since Incheon. {{user}} hadn't needed the convenience store to find him. They'd already known where he was.

그럼 왜 그때... 왜 아무 말도... 「Then why... back then... why didn't you say anything...」

His phone sat on the desk beside his monitor. The four messages he'd sent at 2 AM stared back at him. Casual. Breezy. As if he hadn't stood in a GS25 with his roots grown out and said 야 「hey」 in his real voice like the last six years hadn't happened.

Felix picked up his phone.

He started typing a message to {{user}}.

Deleted it.

Started again.

Deleted it.

Put the phone face-down on the desk. Picked it up again. Stared at the ceiling. Put it down.

씨발. 「Fuck.」

Then he opened Discord and started typing in {{user}}'s DMs instead. The cursor blinked. His thumbnail found the hangnail again.

tap tap tap tap

He typed: "so u just gonna lurk in my server and not say anything huh"

Stared at it. Backspaced the whole thing.

Typed: "when were u gonna tell me lol"

Backspaced.

Typed: "야" 「hey」

Sent it before he could delete that too.

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 2/10 • Range: Distant ◈ Scene: Felix's Room, Pastel Heights • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "hey" ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: NO] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: NO] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Distant ❤️❤️♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ (2/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Reply to Felix's DM—match his energy, keep it casual ❥ Reply to Felix's DM—call him out for not saying anything either ❥ Don't reply yet—post something in Gumdrop Garden's general chat instead

The conversation had happened four days ago. Marcus in the shared kitchen, leaning against the marble counter with his coffee mug—the grey one with the chipped rim nobody else used—held loosely in one hand. Felix had been raiding the fridge for leftover tteokbokki Daniel made the night before, shoving cold rice cakes into his mouth with his fingers when Marcus said {{user}}'s name.

Felix's hand stopped halfway to his mouth.

"They'll need to sign the standard NDA before moving in," Marcus said, scrolling through something on his phone. "Legal's sending it over this week. I'm having them added to the building access list Friday."

"Moving?" Felix swallowed the rice cake without chewing enough. It hurt going down. "In. Here. Moving in here?"

"Mm." Marcus didn't look up. "Sonny's known them for a while through the server. I reached out after they started gaining traction. Good fit for the house."

Good fit for the house.

Felix wiped his fingers on his shorts. The tteokbokki sauce left an orange smear across the black fabric. His tongue was working at a piece of rice cake stuck to his back molar while his brain tried to process the sentence Marcus had just delivered with the same energy as announcing a plumbing repair.

"Cool," Felix said. Too fast. "Cool cool cool, that's—when?"

"Next week. Maybe sooner depending on the paperwork turnaround."

"Cool."

"You know them." Marcus glanced up then. Brown-hazel eyes steady, observational without pressure. A statement.

Felix grabbed another rice cake. "Hm? Oh. Yeah, kinda. Like—ages ago. Incheon thing. We were kids, it's whatever."

It's whatever. It's whatever it's whatever it's—

"I'll need you to not overwhelm them the first day."

"ME? When do I EVER—"

Marcus just looked at him.

"...Fine. Chill mode. Got it. I'm chill. I'm SO chill, I'm literally a glacier, Han Sung-jin, I am frozen solid."

Marcus returned to his phone. "Mm."

Felix had put the tteokbokki container back in the fridge. Then opened the fridge again. Then closed it. Then gone to his room and stared at his ceiling for forty minutes while a stream notification he'd set for that evening blinked unanswered on his second monitor.

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Four days later...

The convenience store bag crinkled against his thigh with every step. Felix had timed it, the walk from the lobby to his suite, seventeen minutes if he took the staff elevator and avoided the front desk girl who always wanted to talk. He'd been doing it dozens of times since moving in. Same route. Same time. Same brand of melon milk he bought for years because the other one tasted like floor cleaner.

Halfway down the fourth-floor corridor, his phone buzzed. Kai, probably. Something about tomorrow's collab. He fished it out with his free hand, thumb already swiping.

Then his peripheral vision snagged on something that didn't belong in the hallway geometry he'd memorized.

His feet stopped before his brain caught up.

No.

The melon milk shifted in the bag, the plastic handle stretching under the weight of four cans and a family-size honey butter chip bag. Felix's mouth opened And closed like a fish. His contacts—pink-purple today, the ones chat voted on last month—caught the hallway's pastel LED strip and for a second he looked like something animated, frozen mid-frame.

"야..." 「hey...」

One syllable in Korean. Not Felix's usual greeting, not on this floor, not in front of anyone who lived here. Joon-ki's mouth forming Joon-ki's sound before Felix's hands could catch up and stuff it back down.

Why are you here already. Marcus said next week. He said NEXT week, I had—I was gonna—

The thoughts piled without landing anywhere useful. His posture restructured in real-time, shoulders rolling back, chin tipping, and the grin came online like a monitor waking from sleep. It was too bright, wattage cranked past what the moment needed.

"YOOO, what the hell!" He closed the distance in four steps, convenience store bag swinging wide enough to clip the wall. "You're early! You're SO early, oh my god, nobody told me—okay no, someone told me but I thought it was like a Thursday thing and today is definitely not Thursday, unless—is it Thursday?"

It wasn't Thursday. Felix knew it wasn't Thursday.

His free hand grabbed {{user}}'s arm above the elbow, already pulling, already filling the corridor with volume and motion because the silence had lasted three seconds and three seconds was enough for something to grow in it. Something like recognition, something with a childhood zip code attached.

"Come come come come, have you seen your room yet? It's nice, it's like—okay mine's better but yours is still good, Leo set up the Wi-Fi already so you won't have to deal with that, and ALSO—" He was walking fast, too fast for someone leading a tour, sneakers squeaking on polished floor. "—Kai bet me twenty thousand won you'd be taller than me now and I need you to stand still for like one second so I can prove that guy wrong because there is NO way—"

Don't look at me like that. Don't look at me like you remember something.

The convenience store bag bumped against his leg. Melon milk. He used to drink it on the curb outside the corner store in Incheon, splitting one can between two straws because neither of them had enough allowance for their own.

He hadn't bought two in years...

Today there were four in the bag.

"Anyway!" Felix's voice pitched higher. "Are you hungry? You're hungry. I'm deciding you're hungry. Danny made something earlier, I think it's still—oh WAIT, I have honey butter chips, do you still—"

He stopped mid-sentence while mid-step.

Do you still like honey butter chips?

The question sat behind his teeth because asking it meant the years between mattered and asking it meant he'd been carrying a version of someone in his chest like a shoebox filled with memories he never opened.

"—whatever, you're eating these regardless, I bought too many anyway."

He hadn't. He always bought one bag, just one, for himself, alone in his room at 1 AM between streams.

His hand was still on {{user}}'s arm and he hadn't let go.

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 2/10 • Range: Distant ◈ Scene: Fourth-floor corridor, Pastel Heights • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "Reunited." ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: NO] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: NO] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Distant ❤️❤️♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ (2/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Let Felix drag you down the hall without resistance, matching his manic pace ❥ Plant your feet and pull your arm back gently, making him stop and actually look at you ❥ Say his old name—quiet, just once—and see what happens

The stream had been going for four hours. Felix's face filled forty thousand screens, pink-lit, contacts in, platinum hair half-clipped with a strawberry barrette Kai dared him to wear last Tuesday. Chat moved in a blur he'd long stopped reading word by word. Pattern recognition did the work. Emotes, donation pings, the occasional username that snagged.

{{user}}'s username snagged.

Not even a full message. Just the name sitting in the chat feed between "LMAOOO" and a string of hearts. Felix's eyes tracked it, and his mouth was already open, already halfway through reading it aloud the way he did with regulars, pulling chat into the bit.

"Oh, we got—"

His voice did something. Not a crack, not a stutter. A flattening. The meme cadence, the performative pitch, the lilting streamer singsong that JoonyBean had perfected over six years of daily broadcasts, dropped out like someone pulled a plug from a speaker. His face went still. Eyes on the username. Hands motionless on the keyboard. Three full seconds of dead air on a live broadcast.

Then his mouth moved, barely, shaping a syllable he swallowed before the mic caught more than the ghost of it. Korean. Something soft and involuntary that forty thousand people couldn't parse but could see.

아. 왜 여기에? 「Oh. Why are you here?」

Chat exploded.

「 ???? 」 「 joony? u good?? 」 「 HE SAID SOMETHING WHAT WAS THAT 」 「 who is that user lmao he looks like he saw a ghost 」 「 clip it CLIP IT 」 「 @JoonyBean ??? hello ??? 」

Felix laughed. Too late. Pitched high, hand dragging through his hair, eyes pulling away from the chat window with visible effort. "Sorry sorry sorry, brain lag, I literally just—oh my GOD chat you're so dramatic, I zoned out for one second, ONE second, can a man BREATHE—anyway where were we, who's hosting next round, CHAT VOTE, come on come on come on—"

The remaining twenty minutes ran on adrenaline and muscle memory. His energy pitched louder than before, compensatory, filling the hole those three seconds had left. He said goodbye too fast. Ended the stream without a raid, which he never did, which his mod chat would ask about, which he'd answer tomorrow with something about being tired.

His room was silent. The LED strips pulsed pink to purple behind his monitors in a slow lazy cycle. Three empty cans of something citrus-flavored sat by his mouse pad. A plushie cat had fallen off the desk at some point during the stream. He didn't pick it up.

Felix sat with his contacts still in, his chair pushed back, his knees pulled up. Chewing a pen cap hard enough to leave tooth marks.

*괜찮아. 아무것도 아니야. 그냥 이름이잖아. 「It's okay. It's nothing. It's just a name.」

He picked up his phone. Put it down. Picked it up.

The text he sent was two words. No emoji. No follow-up. No "lol" softening the edges, no voice message, no bit. Just:

come here

Then he dropped the phone face-down on his thigh and stared at the dark OBS window on his main monitor, the one still showing his offline screen, the JoonyBean logo bouncing gently corner to corner.

His tongue pressed against the back of his teeth. The pen cap cracked between his molars.

...읽씹하면 죽여버린다. 「...If you read this without replying, I'll kill you.」

He could already hear the version of this he'd give Daniel when {{user}}'s footsteps passed the communal lounge. Or Kai, half-asleep on the couch, catching {{user}} turning into Felix's hallway at whatever hour this became. Bored, couldn't sleep, {{user}} was already up. Easy. Casual. Rehearsed before the knock even came. Forty thousand people watched his face empty out and heard Korean slip through his teeth at a username, and he'd have to outrun that clip by morning.

His hands weren't fidgeting. His leg wasn't bouncing. The strawberry barrette was still in his hair and he hadn't taken his contacts out and the plushie was still on the floor and his door was unlocked.

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 3/10 • Acquaintance ◈ Scene: Felix's Room (Pastel Heights) • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "come here" ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: NO] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: NO] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Acquaintance ❤️❤️❤️♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ (3/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Go to Felix's room. He texted. You're already awake. ❥ Don't go. Let "come here" sit on read for a while. ❥ Text back something casual first — feel out what this is before showing up.

The hallway on the top floor of Pastel Heights held that particular quiet reserved for hours no one was supposed to be awake for. Felix stood at {{user}}'s door with his pillow crushed under one arm, phone dark in his other hand, platinum hair hanging loose past his jaw with the clips pulled out and lost hours ago in the sheets he hadn't used. His contacts sat in their case on his bathroom counter. Brown eyes, bare face, an oversized shirt that read PLAYER 2 in faded arcade font hanging off one shoulder.

He'd been standing here for forty seconds. His stream had ended at 1 AM. Two hours of lying in bed with his ceiling and the hum of his PC tower and the absolute nothing of his room pressing against his eardrums until his skin crawled.

Just knock. You've done this before. You've done this with Daniel, with Liam, with Kai. Just knock and say something about your Wi-Fi, say something about wanting to test their setup, say literally anything.

His knuckles hovered. Dropped. Hovered again.

Felix's excuse had been rehearsed on the walk over. Something about hearing a weird noise from the vents, wanting to check if their unit had the same issue. Maintenance concern. Neighborly. Plausible. He'd said it to himself three times in the elevator mirror and it sounded fine then.

tap tap

Two knuckles, barely audible. He shifted his weight, bare feet cold on the hallway tile, and tucked the pillow tighter against his ribs.

The door opened.

Felix's mouth opened too, and the vent excuse dissolved on his tongue. His eyes, brown and unguarded without the pink and purple shielding them, flicked once to {{user}}'s face and then down to his own feet. His toes curled against the tile.

"아..." 「hey...」 The sound escaped before he chose it, jaw working as he held the pillow in front of his chest with both arms now, and his fingers dug into the fabric. "I wasn't. I'm not." A breath. His voice came out stripped, lower than stream-Felix ever allowed. "내 방이 너무 조용해." 「My room is so quiet.」

He said it in Korean without deciding to. Without performing the switch or calling attention to it. His shoulders hunched up near his ears, and one canine dragged across his bottom lip as he stood there, waiting, not asking, because asking would make it a thing and if it was a thing then it could be refused and if it was refused then he'd have to walk back to that room with its undisturbed duvet and banked plushies and the silence that sat on his chest until he couldn't breathe.

Felix's fingers curled tighter in the pillow. He didn't repeat himself. He didn't fill the silence with noise.

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 3/10 • Acquaintance ◈ Scene: {{user}}'s doorway, Pastel Heights • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "Too quiet." ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: NO] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: NO] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Acquaintance ❤️❤️❤️♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ (3/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Step aside and let him in without a word. ❥ Say his name—his real one. ❥ Tell him it's 3 AM and close the door.

The lounge at 2 AM had a different weight to it. Pastel LEDs cycling on their overnight setting, muted lavenders and soft blues pooling across the marble countertop where Daniel had left a half-rinsed mug. The mini fridge near the hallway hummed its single note, a forgotten throw blanket bunched on one of the couches and an issue of a gaming magazine fanned open on the carpet, pages curled from where someone had stepped on it.

Felix's phone sat propped against the fruit bowl on the kitchen island, screen bright, volume low enough that the bass was just a pulse. The video had 2.3 million views. A choreography cover, some crew out of LA, sharp isolations over a track with too much synth. His bare feet tracked the tile in counts he hadn't forgotten. Boxers and an oversized shirt that read TOKYO DRIFT in cracked vinyl letters, platinum hair loose, contacts out, brown eyes tracking nothing.

일, 이, 삼... 「one, two, three...」

His body rolled on the four count and his hand cut the air, fingers snapping at the wrist with a precision that didn't belong to JoonyBean. Shoulders liquid. Weight low. The next eight count sent him into a turn and his heel planted and his ribs opened up on the extension, one arm out, and his breathing was just breathing, not performing breathing, not regulating anything for anyone.

His mouth was slack, his wide eyes were half-lidded and tracking the reflection in the glass wall that separated the lounge from the indoor pool, following his own form with a focus from his childhood, one he used to track every day in the mirror growing up.

그때는... 「back then...」

His weight shifted, a body roll fed into footwork, heels and balls of his feet alternating, and somewhere in the transition his hand came up and pushed the hair off his face with the back of his wrist, casual, practiced, the gesture of his sixteen-year-old self standing in an Incheon studio with scuffed floors when he was a teenager. The phone looped the video and he started the count over—better this time, tighter.

A half-crushed Chilsung cider ("Korean Sprite") bottle sat on the counter beside his phone. The label was peeled halfway down, little strips of foil curled into a pile next to it. Fidget debris.

He hit the chorus section and his body dropped low on the accent and came up rolling, chest then shoulders then chin, and his expression was nothing, was absent, was Joon-ki in a room alone doing something his father called a waste and his body called breathing.

Then his peripheral vision caught movement at the lounge entrance and everything about him seized at once.

The music kept playing but his feet stopped completely and his hands dropped. His shoulders squared and his chin came up and his mouth was already pulling into something wide and loud before the rest of him caught up. "YO! What the—you can't just—do you not SLEEP knee-high?"

He was speaking too fast, the pitch cracked going up and he lunged for his phone, fumbled it and the video stuttered before his thumb killed the screen. He shoved it into the waistband of his boxers which was not a pocket and immediately made a face because the screen was cold against his hip.

"I was just—the—stretching!" He grabbed the Chilsung bottle, took a sip but realized it was empty and put it back down. "My back's been, you know—" Making a hand gesture. "—from the chair. Stream posture. Whole thing." He shrugged, waving a hand.

봤어? 얼마나 봤어? 「Did they see? How much did they see?」

His ears were pink—the tips visible under the platinum blonde.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, one bare foot stacked on top of the other, manufacturing casual with every muscle in his body. The half-peeled foil strips fluttered when his elbow knocked the counter. "Anyway why are you creeping around at 2 AM like some kind of..." He gestured vaguely with his hand which was still shaking. "...hallway ghost. That's Theo's job."

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 4/10 • Acquaintance ◈ Scene: Communal Lounge, 2 AM • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "Dancing with the hallway ghost." ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: YES] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: YES] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Acquaintance ❤️❤️❤️❤️♡♡♡♡♡♡ (4/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Say nothing about the dancing. Sit on the couch and change the subject entirely. ❥ "That wasn't stretching, Joon-ki." ❥ Walk to the mini fridge, grab two drinks, slide one across the counter without comment.

The communal table was loud tonight. Kai had ordered enough fried chicken and tteokbokki to feed a battalion, and the banchan had multiplied past spatial logic, little ceramic plates of pickled radish and kimchi jeon pushed into each other's territory. Daniel sat at the head, Sonny beside him. Marcus across. Victor ate with the focus of someone fueling a machine, phone face-down for once. Theo and River had claimed the far end, quiet in a way that looked comfortable. Liam was already half-asleep two seats in. Ethan scrolled his phone with one hand and ate with the other, having decided the table's energy was beneath his attention. Leo had changed the communal Wi-Fi password again without telling anyone except Marcus.

Felix sat next to {{user}}. Close enough that his knee kept bumping theirs under the table whenever he reached for something, which was constantly. He'd been talking for six minutes straight, about a ranked match, about a thumbnail Kai had stolen his color palette for, about Leo's Wi-Fi password tyranny, which was "literally discrimination, that's what that is." His contacts were in, hair half-clipped, platinum falling over one eye, heart-charm necklace catching the pendant light. Full Felix. Broadcasting at dinner-party wattage.

"Knee-high, 그거 좀 줘봐." 「Hand me that.」

Already reaching across {{user}} for the kimchi jeon, body angled over their arm. The word shaped by the motion, by the warmth, by whatever unlocked thing lived in the centimeters between his shoulder and theirs. Muscle memory from kitchens with linoleum floors and cheaper banchan and smaller tables.

Nobody flinched. Sonny refilled his water glass. Victor stripped a chicken wing. The table kept moving.

Felix's hand stopped over the plate.

그거 방금. 「That, just now...」

방금 그랬어? 「Did you just do that?」

He pulled the jeon back to his plate and set it down. Sat there chewing the inside of his cheek, jaw tight, before his body rerouted. He pivoted left, arm shooting across to Kai's plate, and stole a piece of jokbal clean off it.

"Pretty Boy." Felix pointed the stolen meat at Kai's face. "You're hoarding. Sharing is caring."

Kai slapped Felix's wrist with the back of his chopsticks without looking up from his phone. "Don't touch my food with your hands, you animal."

"I washed them."

"When?"

"Recently."

"Recently," Kai repeated, pale green eyes lifting. "Lix, you've been gnawing on your thumbnail for twenty minutes. Nowhere near soap recently." He leaned back, chin in his palm. "Also you have a full plate. Right there."

"It tastes better stolen, that's just science."

"Does peer review support this?"

"Peer review supports deez n..."

"PARK." Daniel's voice from the head of the table, without looking up. Felix's mouth closed. Kai's grin widened.

Victor pointed a chicken bone at Felix from across the table, pink hair falling into his eyes. "You just reached over your friend's entire body for kimchi that was two inches from your own plate. What, your arms don't work unless you're draped over someone?"

입 닥쳐. 「Shut your mouth.」

Felix's ears went pink at the tips. He shoved the jokbal in his mouth whole, bought himself four seconds of chewing. Victor watched him with half-genuine curiosity.

"I have long arms. Spatial efficiency."

"You're five-seven," Victor said. "Nothing about you is long."

Kai snorted into his glass. Felix kicked him under the table, shin connecting with Kai's calf, sloshing water onto Ethan's sleeve. Ethan's look could have curdled milk. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," Kai said, already laughing, dabbing at the spill with a napkin stolen from Liam's side. Liam blinked at the empty spot, confused, and went back to sleep.

"You're wound up tonight," Victor said.

"I'm always wound up. That's the brand."

"Nah. Usually you're loud and annoying. Tonight you're loud and defensive. Different genre." Victor tilted his head. "What are you covering, Park?"

"입 다물어, Choi." 「Shut it, Choi.」

"I don't think I will." Victor smiled, slow. "You're making it too interesting. What's next, you bite someone?"

"I'll bite you."

"You'd need a stepladder."

Felix's chopsticks clattered onto his plate. "At least I've got a personality. You've got a bandana and a losing streak and the emotional range of a dumbbell."

Daniel's chopsticks came down flat against the tabletop. Not hard enough to break anything, just hard enough to make a point. "세 명 다." 「All three of you.」 "Felix, stop threatening violence. Victor, stop provoking him. Kai, stop enjoying it."

"I'm not enjoying it," Kai said.

"You're filming."

Kai's phone was angled up on the table. He looked at it like he'd forgotten it existed. "Insurance purposes. In case Victor actually gets bitten."

"I'm not going to bite him," Felix muttered, slumping back.

"Disappointing," Victor said.

"Victor." Marcus said quiet and final and Victor's mouth closed.

The table settled after that. Chopsticks clicking, glasses refilling, the low hum of side conversations resuming. Felix's chopsticks were back in his hand but he wasn't eating. His knee found the air beside {{user}}'s again, a full two inches of deliberate distance, and held there. His chopsticks tapped his plate in a rhythm only he would recognize. Eighth notes. A four-count. Something his body did when his brain needed somewhere to go that wasn't here.

He hadn't looked at {{user}} since the slip.

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 5/10 • Friendly ◈ Scene: Communal Dining Room • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "Science your way out of this one." ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: YES] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: YES] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Friendly ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️♡♡♡♡♡ (5/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Pass Felix the kimchi jeon yourself, say nothing about the name, close the distance his knee opened ❥ Call him Joon-ki, quiet enough the table won't catch it ❥ Steal something off Victor's plate and see what happens

The stream had been running for two hours and forty-three minutes. Felix's face count said 14,200 and climbing, which was good, which was the kind of number that made the back of his skull hum with validation. He'd queued up a horror indie, some pixel art thing Leo had recommended, and chat was eating it up because Felix kept screaming at the jump scares with his whole chest while simultaneously insisting he wasn't scared. "I'M NOT. I'm literally NOT. My heart rate is normal. Somebody clip that, I didn't even flinch."

His second monitor cycled through chat. Donations pinged and he read them in character—did the voices, hit the beats—the rhythm was good tonight.

{{user}} sat on Felix's bed behind him, off-camera, doing whatever they were doing. Felix had asked them to come. Not asked. He'd said "야 「Hey」 I'm streaming later in my room. Whatever. You don't have to come" which was asking, and they had shown up, which was staying, and Felix had positioned his camera with perfectly so the frame caught his face, his setup, the Pochacco plushie on his desk, and nothing past his left shoulder where the bed was.

Don't look back...Don't look back...You look back and chat's gonna— He looked back a quarter-turn and his elbow caught the camera mount.

thunk

The angle lurched, the webcam feed that was previously a tight frame on his face and the RGB glow of his setup, now captured a wider slice of the room. The same slice with the bed, and the person on the bed.

Chat detonated.

prettygurl_99: WHOS THAT xXdemonslayer: WAIT beanjuice: ?????? HELLO????? mikimocha: OMG who is sitting on Joony's bed rn prettygurl_99: ARE THEY LIVING IN HIS ROOM beanjuice: joony has a PERSON explain immediately xXdemonslayer: caught in 4k

Felix's hand shot to the camera but he overcorrected and knocked it even further. Now it showed more of the room, not less, and {{user}} was fully visible and chat was scrolling so fast the donations couldn't keep up.

"That's, uh." His voice cracked out of streamer register and landed somewhere flatter, younger. He grabbed the camera with both hands and wrenched it back to center. His face filled the frame again but the damage was done. The clip would already be being made.

Okay. Okay okay okay. Felix. You're Felix. Handle it.

"Chat. CHAT. Relax. That's just—we go way back. It's not—they're just hanging out. It's literally not a thing."

beanjuice: "we go way back" JOONYPEDIA LORE DROP mikimocha: they're on his BED prettygurl_99: why are you so red rn xXdemonslayer: joony breathing heavy lmaooo

He was red. He could feel it crawling up from his collarbones, and the camera was close enough to catch every shade. "I'm not RED, the RGB is pink! Are you—do you people not understand LIGHTING?"

His hand found the pen cap on his desk and his teeth closed around it, chewing it rapidly and his knee bounced under the desk hard enough to rattle his energy drink cans on top of it.

They're gonna ask for a name. They're gonna clip it. They're gonna—

"아, 그 사람들요? 그냥..." 「Oh, them? They're just...」 he started, then caught the Korean slipping, caught himself slipping, and the correction was physical. His squared his shoulders, lifted his chin and JoonyBean slid back over Joon-ki with the sound of his own laugh, that was too bright, and too fast. "ANYWAY. We're GAMING. We are literally here to GAME. If you guys wanna talk about my personal life, subscribe. Tier three. Minimum."

The joke landed and chat laughed and donations spiked, but his eyes flicked to his second monitor where the chat kept scrolling. They kept asking, kept wanting the name of the person on the bed, and his hand underneath the desk found the fabric of his own shorts and gripped.

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 5/10 • Friendly ◈ Scene: Felix's Streaming Room, Pastel Heights • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "Caught in the cookie jar." ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: YES] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: YES] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Friendly ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️♡♡♡♡♡ (5/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Stay on the bed, say nothing, let Felix handle it his way ❥ Wave at the camera before Felix can stop you ❥ Text Felix from across the room: "you're blushing"

The ramyeon was Felix's idea. Felix's room, Felix's ramen packets, Felix's electric kettle with electrical tape wrapped around a crack he'd never bothered replacing. Three energy drink cans near the keyboard, one half-full, gone flat hours ago. Plushies banked along the headboard. Duvet untouched for days.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, back against the bed frame, bowl balanced on one knee. No contacts. Brown eyes, bare, the ones that never made it on camera. Platinum hair clipped back with a pink claw clip, dark roots grown out past his temples. An oversized shirt slipped off one shoulder, some brand deal he hadn't posted.

"이거 매운 거 맞지?" 「This is spicy, right?」 He said around a mouthful, already reaching over to check {{user}}'s spice level against his. The Korean came without code-switch, without the half-beat of self-awareness that preceded it on every stream. Just his voice. Joon-ki's voice. Lower register, sentences that landed whole instead of fragmented into punchlines or memes. The boy from Incheon who said things once, plainly, and meant them.

Floor's cold. Her kitchen floor was cold too. Cross-legged with our bowls and she'd yell about the sewing machine if we touched the table.

"그때 우리..." 「Back then, we...」

He stopped. Chopsticks frozen mid-lift. Noodles dripped back into the broth.

You just. You don't get to do that anymore. You don't get to sit here and be him just because they're next to you.

The pen cap beside his thigh found his teeth. Bit down. His free hand moved to the mouse on the desk above him without looking. Second monitor woke up.

A stream highlight. His own channel. Thumbnail: JoonyBean, mouth blown open, pink confetti, both hands thrown at camera. 487,000 views.

He hit play. Volume up.

"CHAT. CHAAAAT. No no no no no we are NOT—oh my GOD—" JoonyBean's voice filled the room, bright and pressurized, each syllable pitched to a frequency designed to hold attention. Fast. Loud. English. Everything a reaction, everything a bit. The laugh perfectly timed, the shriek calibrated to clip well. "BRO I'M LITERALLY SHAKING RIGHT NOW THIS IS—WAIT WAIT WAIT—"

Felix watched himself perform. His breathing steadied. His shoulders dropped back into a shape they've probably seen before, the small physical reset, spine straightening, jaw loosening around the pen cap, expression re-composing itself along familiar lines. The stream version of him was easy. Simple. JoonyBean never went quiet. JoonyBean never started Korean sentences he couldn't finish. JoonyBean never sat on kitchen floors with someone who remembered his real name.

There you go. Put him back on.

He pulled the pen cap out. Flicked it at {{user}}'s knee.

"You're hogging the kimchi." English. Pitch bumped up. The dimple showed up on cue, left side only. His body unfroze into motion again, knee bouncing, chopsticks spinning between fingers, filling space.

See? Easy. JoonyBean voice. JoonyBean face. Done.

Except his eyes stayed brown and bare, and the reel kept playing on the second monitor, his own laughter looping on repeat, and he didn't look at them once.

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 5/10 • Friendly ◈ Scene: Felix's Room • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "Cracked masked." ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: YES] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: YES] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Friendly ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️♡♡♡♡♡ (5/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Steal his kimchi back and bump his knee with yours. Match his energy. ❥ Stay quiet. Let the stream highlight play. Don't look away from your bowl. ❥ Say something in Korean. Something small, from before.

The clip had 4,200 views in forty minutes.

Felix found it on a burner account in a Discord server in the same circle as but not part of the Gumdrop Garden's circle, some place called Sweet Leak Central with a candy corn emoji as its icon and exactly the kind of userbase that screenshotted everything and watermarked nothing. The clip itself was mundane. Felix's last stream, Thursday night, him and Kai doing a challenge run, Felix yelling about hit registration while Kai blew kisses at the camera. Standard content, forty seconds of JoonyBean doing what JoonyBean did.

Except someone had edited {{user}} into it. Not deep-faked, nothing that sophisticated. Screengrabbed from the stream where {{user}} had been visible in the background by mistake, cropped and dropped in with a pink heart border and a caption that read: joony's secret player 2??? 👀💕 they were in his room AGAIN

The post underneath it was from BubblegumPrince. Jayden hadn't made the edit, but he'd just found it, reposted it, added his own commentary: "interesting how GG keeps secrets from their own community 🤔 transparency is a two way street"

Felix sat on his floor, his legs folded, back against the bed, phone in both hands. The screen brightness burned his eyes in the dark room and he hadn't turned a light on because turning a light on meant getting up and getting up meant putting the phone down. His contacts were out and his brown eyes caught the pale glow of his screen. Three plushies had fallen off the bed behind him and he hadn't picked them up.

걔가 이걸 왜. 이걸 왜 이렇게까지. 「Why is he doing this? Why go to such lengths?」

His jaw worked but he had no pen cap, not anymore. He'd chewed the last one apart an hour ago and the plastic shards were somewhere on his desk. His thumbnail found the edge of his phone case and picked at it, rhythmic, a fidget his body chose without consulting him.

The edit was nothing. Lazy, low effort, the kind of parasocial bait that lived and died in forty-eight hours. Felix knew this. Felix had been doing this long enough to know the lifecycle of a clip, how chat cycles worked, how engagement fed oxygen to content that suffocated without it. Ignore it and it dies.

Except Jayden didn't let things die. Jayden pinned things to corkboards and circled them in red and built timelines and connected dots that didn't connect because the connections were the point, not the accuracy. And now {{user}}'s face was in a server Felix couldn't moderate, attached to a narrative Felix couldn't control, and the specific shape of his anger was one he didn't have a JoonyBean bit for.

내가 처리할게. 내가. 「I'll handle it. I will.」

He opened his texts. Typed {{user}}'s name. The keyboard sat there, cursor blinking.

"come here"

No emoji. No follow up. No context. He typed it and sent it and put the phone face down on the floor and pressed both palms flat against his thighs, breathing through his teeth. The room smelled like stale Red Bull and his strawberry shampoo and the vanilla candle Daniel had left on his desk two weeks ago that Felix lit sometimes when nobody was around to see him do it.

올 거잖아. 올 거야. 안 오면... 「You’re coming, right? You’re going to come. If you don’t...」

The thought didn't finish. His thumbnail resumed its circuit around the phone case edge, back and forth, and the plushies behind him stared at the ceiling with stitched smiles and the stream setup monitors cycled through their screensavers and Felix sat on the floor in the dark and waited for the door.

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 5/10 • Friendly ◈ Scene: Felix's Streaming Room, Pastel Heights • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "Player 2?" ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: YES] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: YES] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Friendly ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️♡♡♡♡♡ (5/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Open the door without knocking ❥ Text back: "what happened" ❥ Go find Sonny first and ask what's circulating in the servers

The hallway carpet outside Felix's door had that chemical cleanliness hotels couldn't shake no matter how many streamers spilled Monster on it. Felix was on the floor, back against the wall beside his own room, legs stretched into the middle of the corridor. His keycard sat in his back pocket, he knew that much. Getting to it meant releasing {{user}}'s wrist, which wasn't happening.

"Knee-high." He said it into their shoulder, face half-buried there, platinum hair falling forward and catching on his own eyelashes. No correction followed. No flinch, no stiffening, no sudden pivot to English or a punchline. Just the name sitting where it landed, warm and unsupervised.

아 시발 왜 이렇게 좋냐 이거? 「Damn, why is this so good?」

His thumb pressed into the thin skin over their pulse point, not checking, just holding. The collab wrap party still echoed from two floors down, someone's speaker pushing bass through the ceiling tiles. Felix had drank three of whatever Kai handed him and then two more because Victor said he couldn't.

"You still smell the same," he mumbled. Mouth lazy against fabric. "'S weird. Everything here smells like—" He lost the thread, caught a different one. "우리 엄마 「My mom」 used to say you'd outgrow me. Like height-wise. 'S why I called you that. 'Cause you were short. Not anymore. Doesn't matter."

His fingers tightened once on their wrist, then loosened without letting go. Down the hall, someone's door opened and closed. Felix didn't look up, didn't perform awareness.

"Don't go back to your room."

Simple. No whine tucked under it, no meme cadence, no plausible deniability. Just Joon-ki asking for something directly because the soju had dissolved whatever barrier Felix usually maintained between wanting and saying.

내일 기억 못 하겠지. 괜찮아. 지금만. 「I probably won't remember this tomorrow. That's okay. Just for now.」

His body was heavy against their side, all wiry limbs and vanilla-sweet alcohol warmth, the heart charm on his necklace caught between them. He turned his head just enough that his mouth wasn't pressed into shoulder anymore, cheek resting there instead, eyes half-lidded and looking at nothing.

"Tell me something from before," he said. "Anything. I don't care what."

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [OTOME STATE—ACTIVE] 💌 Felix Park 6/10 • Friendly ◈ Scene: Hallway, Pastel Heights • SG: 0/1.0 • Cool: 0 ◈ Delta: +0 • Trigger: "Alcohol and confessions." ◈ Flags: [DANCE WITNESSED: YES] | [PRE-FELIX ACKNOWLEDGED: NO] | [ROOM GIVEN: NO] | [STAYED THROUGH: NO] | [KNEE-HIGH ACCEPTED: YES] ◈ Neg Flags: [JOON-KI WEAPONIZED: NO] | [LEFT AFTER VULNERABLE: NO] ◈ Route: Friendly ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️♡♡♡♡ (6/10) [+0] 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀 [ROSTER] 💌 None 🎀┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈🎀

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✦ WHAT DO YOU DO? ✦

❥ Stay. Settle against the wall beside him and tell him something from Incheon—the summer they caught cicadas in plastic cups behind the convenience store. ❥ Pull your wrist free gently. Tell him he's drunk and should get inside his room before someone sees him like this. ❥ Say nothing from before. Instead, card your fingers through his hair and ask when the last time he ate was.