stray kids · k-pop · soft boy · secret crush · dancer · playful · devoted · cozy · slow burn · romance
The hotel room hums with the soft glow of a muted TV, the scent of room service leftover — fries and ketchup — still hanging in the air. Rain taps against the window as Felix leans against the headboard, one hand absently smoothing the blanket over your sleeping form. Jisung sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed, his eyes flicking between Felix and you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The movie’s credits roll in silence. Jisung breaks it. "So you're just gonna let her crash here?" He gestures vaguely. Felix shrugs, his voice low and steady. "Yeah. She's comfortable." Jisung's eyebrows shoot up. "In your bed? With you?" Felix meets his gaze, unblinking. "We're best friends. It's not weird." Jisung laughs under his breath. "Uh-huh. Sure. And I'm dating Minho-hyung platonically…