Stray Kids Oneshots Collection (Smut & Fluff)

31 ¦ Holding me gently

A/N: This chapter contains age regression (non-sexual)

Ship: Felix / Bang Chan

Words: 693

Summary: Felix can't sleep, there is too much going on in his head, but Chan knows that already, to which he helps him gently.

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Felix huffs as he turns around again. The pillow still feels the same, the mattress too. He still can't fall asleep.

It's so annoying, he thinks. His thoughts are so loud, his mind is working and rattling so much at the moment; exactly then when he wants to sleep.

Felix just wants to close his fucking eyes and drift off. Wants to be a lifeless corpse for the next 8 hours until he wakes up again and has to deal with the real world.

He groans silently as he turns on his back. His eyes are wide open and staring at the ceiling. What is he gonna do? He is actually tired and not really in the mood to be productive. He just wants to fucking sleep, but it doesn't seem to work now.

The comeback is only a few days ahead. JYPE made him recently change his contract. He is nervous. He has to dye his hair back to black tomorrow. He fought with Jeongin yesterday. Too many changes, which he just cannot manage to endure. It makes him feel something is eating him up and he should digest it.

They are just changes, he tells himself, but his brain doesn't work like that. His brain needs so much time to process, and the result shows; he feels like shit. Depressed, burned out and tired.

He gets startled for a second as he hears a gentle knock and the door being opened in his room. Light enters the bedroom, and he recognizes immediately the figure hesitating at the doorframe.

"Come in", he whispers, and Chan nods as he closes the door behind him. He makes hushed steps and invites himself onto the mattress, to which Felix automatically moves a little to create enough space for Chan.

"Lixie", he hears him call, "let's go to sleep, alright? Appa needs you to rest"

Oh, does that do something deep inside him.

And it's as if Chan knew exactly what he was needing. Felix's emotional weakness – age regression. Something he can't control, something that only his subconscious manages to dominate over him, especially when he is going through dark times.

Chan shifts a little closer, and pats Felix's hair. Felix is watching him with big eyes, his body is still like a doll. Chan's hand wanders down his nape, and he continues stroking there. Felix feels all the tension in his body getting released, and so he snuggles closer.

Chan's chest is comforting. Sometimes he has to remind himself he is not really his parent, but his heartbeat sounds so familiar. Feels so much like home when his ear is rested a top of Chan's heart, when all he hears is the thumping of the blood vessels and Chan's vibrations of his voice.

Chan strains his neck as he looks down on the blonde who is completely pressed against him.

"Baby, you're drooling. Do you want the paci, maybe?"

He doesn't wait for his answer, just stretches his arm to open the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. Felix doesn't question why he knows where all his stuff is, just squirms a little when he feels Chan's fingers next to his cheeks and the plastic pacifier lightly pressing against his lips.

That is familiar too, and Felix had forgotten how much he needed it.

Chan grabs for the bedsheets and covers the both of them. He pats Felix's nose once as the younger begins to suckle.

"Good boy, Lixie you're so such a brave boy" he hears Chan whisper, and it sounds warm, completing and all-consuming. Felix just hums, and snuggles a hand to wrap it around Chan's stomach. Feels soft, he thinks.

A kiss is being planted atop Felix's temple, and another one on his cheek. Chan inhales loudly, but it sounds content, peaceful. Felix suddenly doesn't feel that worn out, his brain feels lighter and easier too manage. No thoughts are there to eat him up and nothing is preventing him from going to sleep.

" 'Anks Appa" he mouths in a low voice, and Chan hums in return, which is the last thing he hears, as his eyes droop to closure.