Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

A Little Flirty | Lee Felix

The sun was setting over the city, casting a warm golden hue through the large windows of the café where you and Felix had decided to spend your evening. It was one of those cozy places with the aroma of fresh coffee mingling with the sweet scent of pastries, creating an inviting atmosphere. The soft chatter of other customers and the clinking of cups formed a comforting background as you sat across from him at a small table.

Felix leaned back in his chair, a playful smile dancing on his lips. He was dressed casually, a loose hoodie and jeans, but somehow he managed to look effortlessly stylish. His hair fell softly over his forehead, the golden strands catching the light just right.

"You know," he began, his voice light and teasing, "if you keep looking at me like that, people might think you're into me."

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "As if you're not used to it by now."

"Maybe I am," he replied, leaning in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I'm always curious about the reasons behind the stares."

You raised an eyebrow, a grin creeping onto your face. "Curious, huh? What do you think the reason is?"

His smile widened, a hint of confidence shining through. "Well, there could be many reasons. Maybe you think I'm really cute. Or maybe you're just hoping to get my attention for something else."

Your laughter rang out, drawing the attention of a couple of nearby patrons, but you didn't care. The banter between you two was light and fun, but there was a glimmer of something deeper in the air, a spark that made your heart race.

"Are you hitting on me?" you shot back, feigning seriousness.

Felix feigned surprise, putting a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Me? Hitting on you? How dare you accuse me of such a thing!"

His exaggerated response only made you laugh harder, but the way he looked at you—intense and searching—sent butterflies swirling in your stomach.

"Seriously, though," he said, his tone shifting to something softer, "if I were hitting on you, would it bother you?"

You paused, the playful atmosphere momentarily fading. "I mean... I wouldn't mind it," you admitted, your cheeks warming slightly. "But you're Felix from Stray Kids. You probably have a million fans who would line up for a chance."

He shrugged, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "That doesn't mean I wouldn't want to get to know you. I mean, I enjoy hanging out with you."

Your heart fluttered at his words. The way he said it made it sound more sincere than just a friendly statement. "Really? You're not just saying that to be nice?"

"Of course not," he replied, leaning forward with an earnestness that made you forget about the world outside. "I like spending time with you. It feels... real. And I appreciate that."

There was a weight in his gaze that made you feel seen, truly seen, in a way that was different from the usual attention he received. Your heart raced as you searched his eyes, looking for any sign of insincerity, but all you found was warmth.

"Wow, I didn't expect that from you," you admitted, your voice softer. "I thought you'd be all flirty and charming without any substance behind it."

Felix laughed lightly, the sound melodic and contagious. "I can be charming and flirty if you want," he teased, winking at you playfully. "But I'd rather be genuine. Besides, there's something special about connecting with someone on a deeper level."

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. "You're surprisingly deep for someone who has a reputation for being a flirt."

"Only for you," he said, a playful grin returning to his lips. "But don't get used to it. I have a reputation to maintain, after all."

You laughed again, the tension easing back into comfortable banter. "Oh, I see how it is. Just don't blame me if I start thinking you actually like me or something."

"Would it be so bad if I did?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You held his gaze, your heart racing as the truth settled between you. "No, I don't think it would be bad at all."

Felix's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth. "Good, because I'm definitely not just hitting on you."

With that, he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a sense of possibility you hadn't anticipated.

"Then what are you doing?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Just being honest," he replied, squeezing your hand gently. "And hoping that maybe you'd like to be a little more than friends."

Your heart raced as you met his gaze, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. "I think I'd like that."

With a bright smile, Felix leaned in closer, his expression playful yet sincere. "Then let's make this a regular thing. Just you and me. No fans, no distractions—just us figuring it out together."

You nodded, feeling a sense of thrill wash over you. "I'd like that a lot."

As you both sat there, hands intertwined, the world outside faded away. In that moment, it was just you and Felix, ready to explore whatever this newfound connection might lead to—one flirty remark at a time.