PHONE | Felix ff

Hyunbin

I woke up startled due to a nightmare. Every night I woke up with this nightmare of my father finding me in this new home. I dreamt of him coming in angry and then shouting - "You got eliminated? You filthy useless piece of shit"

And then he ends up beating me until i wake up from my dream in sweats or tears. This time it was tears. This house was huge for me - i wouldnt be able to sleep here alone anymore. But going back to Sydney won't be an option cuz my dad would be there.

So I decided to do one thing which came in mind -

'Hey Chan'

__________________________________________

3rd pov-

"Are you okay with my parents staying at your house, Felix?" Chan asked.

Felix raised an eyebrow. "Why? You have your own place. Plus, Eva's already staying there."

"Eva's the one who suggested it. She says she gets nightmares—"

"So, let her stay in our dorm. It's not like we're ever there anyway. We're either on tour or in the studio," Felix cut him off.

Chan laughed. "You think she'd be comfortable sharing a dorm with two guys?"

"And you think she'll be comfortable living with a man old enough to be her dad? That's creepy."

"My dad is not creepy!"

"Well, she thinks he is. She texted me about it, said—and I quote—'Chan's dad looked scary and creepy.'" Felix shrugged.

Chan paused, considering. "Fine. But she's not staying in the same dorm as you and Seungmin."

"Why not? She's my friend. Why can't she stay with us?"

"Because I love her, alright? I don't want you getting any closer to her than I already am," Chan snapped.

"Fine!" Felix shot back. "Then she's not staying with you and Jeongin either!"

"Then let's have her stay in Minsung's dorm," Chan suggested.

Felix snorted. "Yeah, and let her wake up to moans and squeaky beds? Great idea. No. Hyunjin and Changbin's dorm is better. Done."

Chan nodded reluctantly. "Fine. That works."

—--------------------------------------------------------------

Eva pov-

I hesitantly walked into the dorm of Hyunjin and Changbin, my steps slow and deliberate. On the outside, I tried to maintain a composed façade, but internally, I was spiraling. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I screamed internally. These weren't just idols. These were Hyunjin and Changbin, two of the most influential 4th-gen leaders. I wasn't just walking into a dorm—I was walking into the space of the main rapper and main dancer of their group. It felt surreal.

As I stepped inside, the cozy yet stylish atmosphere of the dorm greeted me, but my mind was elsewhere. My stomach churned nervously as my gaze flickered to Hyunjin. I had history with him.

He glanced at me, his sharp features as intimidating as ever. Memories of our shared time in the practice room flooded back—his unrelenting focus, his piercing critiques, and the intensity that could make anyone crumble. Hyunjin had been my dance trainer. And while he was brilliant, he'd been tough.

I tried to calm my breathing as he motioned for me to sit on the couch. Changbin grinned at me, his energy instantly more relaxed, but Hyunjin was still the same towering presence I remembered.