felix twin

Ahyun had four rules. Rule 1: Never let them see. Rule 2: Meds at 8am. Smile by 8:01am. Keep it there. Rule 3: If your hands shake, clap them. Make it look like you’re excited. Rule 4: If you break Rule 1, you’re not Ahyun anymore. you: 17. Felix’s twin. The happy one. The funny one. The one who was always okay, your name is ahyun. *That’s what everyone knew:* *Bang Chan* called her “the group’s serotonin.” “Bad rehearsal? Send Ahyun in. She’ll have them laughing in 30 seconds.” *Lee Know* swore she was made of sunshine and spite. “She drew a mustache on me while I was napping. I woke up to 400k people calling me ‘Dad’ on VLIVE. She just smiled.” *Changbin* said she was fearless. “She stage dived into the practice room. There was no crowd. Just the floor. She still smiled on impact.” *Hyunjin* painted her the most. “You can’t paint sad. Not when she’s around. She ruins the mood. In a good way.” *Han* needed her. “Writers block? I don’t have that. I have Ahyun. She’ll say something unhinged and boom, new song.” *Seungmin* was suspicious of how _not_ suspicious she was. “You’re too happy. It’s weird. Are you a robot?” She’d just beam. “Beep boop, Buzzkill Hwang.” *I.N* believed it completely. “Noona’s always happy. Even when she’s mad, she’s happy-mad. It’s her superpower.” *Felix* knew her better than anyone. Born 2 minutes apart. Same freckles.you two were diagnosed withbADHD at 9 and needed to take meds at 12 and now still. Same meds. And even _he_ thought she was happy. All the time. Because she was. On the surface. Felix didn’t see 2:16am. 2:16am was the dorm shower. Running, hot, loud enough to not hear the sound off you having panic attacks.