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The house was still.
Golden morning light had just begun to slip through the curtains, and the familiar hush of a family nest held the warmth of shared sleep—twins nestled between protective arms, Chan snoring softly with a hand draped over the pile.
Felix stirred first.
He blinked slowly, adjusted the blanket, and gently peeled himself away from Jin’s grasping fingers.
Then he felt it—movement beside him.
A small hand wrapped around his wrist.
Felix looked down to see Haneul, fully awake, eyes wide and alert in the way only little Alphas could manage so early. His fox plush was tucked under one arm, but his gaze wasn’t playful.
It was watching.
“Morning, baby,” Felix whispered, brushing the hair from Haneul’s face. “Couldn’t sleep?”
Haneul shook his head, then whispered, “Too many feet in the bed.”
Felix chuckled. “Yeah, they kick like wild things, don’t they?”
Still whispering—because this moment belonged only to them—Felix slipped from the nest, took Haneul’s hand, and led him to the couch by the window. A quiet space bathed in morning light.
Haneul climbed into his lap without being asked, settling his head on Felix’s chest with a heavy sigh, like he’d just put down the weight of the world.
Felix stroked his back in slow, soothing circles. “You okay, pup?”
“I don’t like when they cry at the same time,” Haneul murmured. “It makes my chest feel hot.”
Felix paused, then kissed the top of his head. “That’s your Alpha instincts, baby. You’re feeling overwhelmed because you want to fix it.”
“I can’t.”
“You’re three,” Felix reminded him gently, smiling. “You’re already doing more than enough. You help us. You help them.”
Haneul blinked up at him. “Am I a good brother?”
Felix’s throat tightened. He pulled him in tighter. “You’re the best big brother. You care so much. You already protect them with your whole heart. I’m proud of you every single day.”
Haneul was quiet for a beat. Then he whispered, “When they cry… sometimes I want to cry too.”
Felix nodded. “That’s okay. Even Alphas cry.”
“…Does Appa cry?”
Felix grinned softly. “He cried when you said ‘Appa’ for the first time. He cried when you shared your cookie with Sora. He cried when Jin fell asleep in your lap.”
Haneul seemed to absorb that, small fingers fidgeting with Felix’s sleeve.
Felix leaned closer, voice low and warm.
“You’re allowed to be strong and soft. Loud and gentle. Brave and tired. That’s what makes a good Alpha.”
They sat there in silence for a while, watching the sun stretch its fingers across the floor.
Eventually, Haneul curled closer and mumbled, “I’m the little moon.”
Felix tilted his head. “Hmm?”
“You’re the sun,” Haneul whispered sleepily. “Appa is the sky. And I’m the little moon.”
Felix bit back the swell of emotion that rose in his chest.
“Yes, baby,” he whispered. “You are. And the moon always watches over the stars.”