Almost

Falling for Minho happened quickly, effortlessly. So very fast that Felix didn't even see it happening until he was much too late to stop it.

Although he's not certain he'd have had the strength to stop it anyway. He and Minho had an instant connection, something even now, years later, Felix couldn't find the words to describe.

The first time he realised he needed to reevaluate his obviously slightly more than friendly feelings towards his Hyung was just after his elimination. He was heartbroken to have been asked to leave, of course he was. His heart ripped from his chest and laid bare for everyone when he thought about leaving Chan, leaving the rest of the boys.

But he couldn't explain the thrum beneath his skin at the idea of being reunited with Minho. The rope that seemed to have wrapped around him, tying him to the older boy had been pulling tighter, almost suffocating him over the past three weeks. But it had instantly lessened with just the idea that he'd get to see Minho once more.

He loved them all, of course, he did. He loved Chan for always giving him a little slice of home, for always being his anchor even in the stormiest of seas. For pushing him harder and harder because he wanted nothing more than to have Felix with him when they debuted. Because he knew just what Felix was capable of.

Changbin for his unwavering support, and the extra English lessons that he insisted on having just to be able to communicate easier. Unknowingly taking a huge burden from Felix. For being his biggest cheerleader when it came to his rap skills. For always being on his side.

Hyunjin for his ability to always make him laugh no matter what. For always being a shoulder to cry on, arms held wide open for Felix whenever he felt even the slightest bit upset or lonely. Hyunjin would repeatedly be that source of comfort, even when he wasn't very big on skinship himself. He never made Felix feel as if anything was ever too much or too big.

Jisung for being his twin, his sunshine. Their little inside jokes kept him going. For being able to push through his own anxiety and worries to try and help Felix when needed it.

He loved Seungmin for his duel personality, the way he can switch from deadly serious to the funniest guy he'd ever met in the blink of an eye. For always being the voice of reason, the smartest person Felix had ever met. Someone who always knew the answer to any of his questions. For spending hour after hour running vocal exercises with him and never complaining.

Jeongin, tiny little Jeongin for letting him be a big brother once more, something he thought he'd lost by coming to Korea. He could never repay the Maknae for giving him back a part of himself he didn't realise he was missing. His bright smile was able to iron out even the darkest of Felix's worries.

But Minho. Minho was different, he loved Minho so much he could practically feel it bursting out of him. It was everything from the way he drilled them all in dance practice, to the way he'd throw himself into learning harder and harder choreography solely so he could help everyone else. The way that even after hours and hours of his own work and lessons he didn't think twice about pouring himself into helping Felix with his lessons.

To the way he spent his free time pouring over Australian recipes, determined to make foods as comforting for Felix as they would be for everyone else.

He loved Minho. It just took him a little bit to realise he didn't love Minho the same way he loved everyone else.