Secrets | Felix × Stray Kids ✔️

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LIFE IS SO GOOD Y'ALL (I'm saying this now and when winter break is over Imma say 'My life is so unfair') 🥹🥹

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It was night time. They had dinner and the guys prepared to leave. After they left Felix couldn't lie and say that the his place seemed now, rather, empty.

Felix sat down on his couch, running a hand through his hair and sighing, closing his eyes and relaxing.

Or at least, that's what he tried to do until, something from tonight had his brain malfunctioning.

The way Minho's eyes hadn't left Felix before they all left. They held a weight, a pull that Felix couldn't ignore, even as the room buzzed with laughter and banter. It was like an invisible thread had connected them, and despite everything else going on, Minho's gaze remained anchored on Felix.

Felix could feel it. The heat of it, the intensity. His skin tingled at the thought of that stare, making his heartbeat flutter in a way he wasn't entirely prepared for.

Minho's signature smirk was still there, but something about it was different now--softer, almost gentle, as though beneath that playful façade lay something more sincere. The shift in Minho's expression sent a rush of warmth through Felix's chest, and he couldn't help but glance up in the moment, drawn to him.

When their eyes met, the room around them seemed to blur and fade into the background. The laughter and chatter from his whatever they are melted into a distant hum, as though the world itself had dimmed its light, giving space for this moment--their moment. Minho's amber eyes sparkled, not with mischief, but with a quiet, burning intensity that made Felix's breath catch in his throat.

Time seemed to slow even when thinking about it.

Felix's lips parted ever so slightly, his body still as he drowned in the silence between them. The air between them felt charged, yet somehow calm, like the softest whisper of a breeze before a summer storm. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as Minho's gaze held him there, steady, unyielding, yet comforting.

Minho's smirk softened, the sharpness of his earlier teasing fading into something warmer. Something tender. Felix's heart skipped a beat as he watched Minho's amber eyes flicker with an emotion Felix wasn't sure he was ready to name. There was no rush, no teasing--just a quiet, unspoken understanding passing between them. It was as though they were speaking in a language only their hearts could understand.

Unconsciously, Felix felt a shift deep within him, something primal stirring in response to Minho's presence. It was gentle at first--a hum beneath his skin, but it grew with every second he remained locked in Minho's gaze. His omega instincts responded naturally to the alpha before him, making him feel exposed but safe--vulnerable, yet shielded.

And then, almost unknowingly, Felix's eyes began to shift. A cool, icy blue bled into the rich brown of his irises, glowing faintly, like the sky reflected in the clearest ocean waters. The change was subtle at first, but it shimmered with a quiet power. His body was reacting to the connection, to the comfort of Minho's unwavering presence. It wasn't something he could control; it was instinct, pure and natural.

At the same moment, Minho's amber eyes deepened, glowing like molten gold in the low light of the room. His alpha responded in kind, the protective, possessive nature of his wolf surging just beneath the surface, but still restrained. Minho's gaze softened further, the warm amber swirling with affection, his breath deepening as his scent filled the space between them--a scent Felix knew well, one that wrapped around him like a protective blanket.

Felix felt his own scent--softer, sweeter than usual because of his pre-heat--mingle with Minho's in the space between them, a perfect balance. The bond between an alpha and omega was more than just instinctual; it was something profound, something almost sacred. And in this moment, with their eyes locked and their colors glowing softly in the dim room, Felix felt that connection settle deep into his bones. It was peaceful, quiet, and filled with an unspoken promise.

The blue of Felix's eyes deepened further, glowing like starlight, while Minho's amber eyes shimmered with warmth. There was no rush, no urgency. Just peace. Felix felt himself relax into the gaze, his body leaning ever so slightly toward Minho, as though pulled by some invisible force. Minho's lips quirked upward into the softest of smiles, not teasing, but knowing.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, suspended in the calm of each other's presence. Felix's breathing synced with Minho's, the rise and fall of their chests mirroring one another. Everything else had faded away--the teasing, the embarrassment, the noise of the room. It was just them, locked in this quiet, beautiful exchange.

And in that silence, Felix knew, without words, that Minho saw him--really saw him. Not just the teasing, flustered Felix, but him, his omega heart, his vulnerability. And Minho, with those amber eyes glowing like the setting sun, silently told Felix that it was okay. That he didn't need to hide, not from him.

Felix's lips parted, in his memory, as if to say something, but no words came. There was no need for them. Everything they wanted to say was already spoken in that shared gaze, in the warmth of their scents, in the quiet glow of their eyes.

And just like that, the world around them started to return, the sounds of their friends' laughter creeping back in. The glow in Felix's eyes dimmed, his irises returning to their usual soft brown. Minho's eyes shifted as well, the molten gold fading, though the warmth remained.

Memory Felix blinked, his chest feeling light, as though he had just been swept up in something far bigger than himself.

He let out a soft breath, his eyes now opened and his face shifted into a scared one, his mind running all kinds of thoughts now.

He liked Lee Minho. The Lee fucking Minho.

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