FELIX CENTRIC (Sunlight Through the Shadows)

Chapter 2: Unity in Obsession

The dorm had always felt like a home for Stray Kids—a sanctuary where they could unwind after long days of practice and schedules. But recently, something had shifted. There was an unspoken understanding among the members, a dark, shared obsession that had grown and festered within the group. And at the center of it all was Felix.

Felix, unaware of the shift, hummed softly as he made his way into the living room, his usual sunny disposition lighting up the space. The others watched him silently, each with their own thoughts, but now, their desires were aligned. No longer did they compete for his attention. They had found something more powerful than rivalry—a shared fixation.

Minho was the first to move, slipping quietly from his seat and making his way to Felix’s side. His hand brushed Felix’s arm casually as he spoke, his voice dripping with warmth. “Morning, Lix. Sleep well?”

Felix grinned up at him, eyes sparkling as always. “Yeah, hyung. I slept great. You?”

Minho smiled back, but there was something unsettling about the way he looked at Felix—something possessive. Yet, it wasn’t just his gaze. It was the way his hand lingered on Felix’s shoulder a second too long, the way his body seemed to subtly shield Felix from the rest of the room.

As Minho and Felix chatted, Hyunjin entered the room, his sharp eyes immediately locking onto Felix. His steps were graceful as always, but there was a different air about him now—calculated, controlled. He slid behind the couch where Felix sat, his fingers reaching out to gently run through Felix’s messy blond hair.

“Lix, your hair’s a mess,” Hyunjin murmured softly, his voice almost too gentle.

Felix chuckled, leaning back into Hyunjin’s touch without a second thought. “I’ll fix it later. Don’t worry, hyung.”

“I don’t mind,” Hyunjin replied, his fingers still threading through Felix’s hair. He was too close, but Felix didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t mind. Hyunjin’s touch, once playful and casual, now held a strange possessiveness, as if he were staking a claim in a way Felix couldn’t see.

From across the room, Chan watched the scene unfold, his face calm, but his mind was working in overdrive. Felix had always been the light of the group, the one who brought them all together. But lately, that light had turned into something more—something none of them could ignore. And instead of competing for Felix’s attention, they had learned to share it. It wasn’t enough for just one of them to have Felix. They all had to be part of his world, his every thought, his every move.

Jeongin appeared next, slipping into the room without a word. His eyes were locked on Felix as he made his way to the couch, dropping down beside him with the same casual ease he always had. But there was a tension in his movements now, a quiet intensity that Felix didn’t pick up on.

“Hyung,” Jeongin said, his voice low and soft, “we’re still gaming later, right?”

Felix laughed, glancing between all of them. “Of course, Innie. You all act like I’m hard to hang out with.”

Jeongin’s lips curled into a small smile. “We just don’t want you getting too busy.”

From his place in the kitchen, Changbin listened in silence, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched how seamlessly they all surrounded Felix. He wasn’t jealous, not anymore. They had moved past that. They had all agreed, without saying a word, that Felix belonged to all of them. It was the only way it made sense. It was the only way to keep him safe.

As Felix shifted to grab his phone from the coffee table, Han, who had been lounging on the other end of the room, finally stood and joined them. He leaned against the back of the couch, his eyes scanning Felix’s face, as if looking for something only he could see. “What are you looking at, Lix?”

“Just some photos,” Felix replied absentmindedly, smiling up at Han.

Han’s smile grew wider, but there was a hint of something darker beneath it. He liked when Felix was distracted, when he wasn’t paying full attention. It made it easier to watch him without Felix noticing the way his eyes lingered.
“We should take more photos together,” Han suggested, his voice light but with an edge of seriousness that Felix didn’t pick up on.

Felix beamed, nodding. “Yeah, we haven’t done that in a while, huh?”

The others exchanged a quick glance. It was a perfect opportunity. Chan, always the leader, was the first to speak. “We should plan something. A day just for us. No distractions, just the members.”

The idea settled over them like a fog. Felix, innocent and blissfully unaware, thought nothing of it. To him, it was just another fun day with his brothers. But to the others, it was something more. It was a chance to keep Felix close, to make sure no one else—outside their little world—could take him away.

Felix’s laugh broke through the silence. “You guys are acting weird today.”

Minho grinned at that, his hand sliding down Felix’s arm in a gesture that was almost too intimate. “We just like spending time with you, that’s all.”
Felix looked around the room, at the way each of them seemed to be watching him with an intensity that was hard to describe. But, as always, Felix brushed it off. They were his brothers, after all. Nothing more, nothing less. He didn’t see the way their gazes darkened when they thought he wasn’t paying attention. He didn’t feel the way they all moved around him with practiced coordination, making sure he was never alone.

Later that evening, as they all settled in the living room for movie night, Felix sat in the center, surrounded by the rest of them. Jeongin leaned against him on one side, Minho on the other. Hyunjin sat behind him, his fingers still playing with Felix’s hair absentmindedly. Chan and Han shared a couch nearby, and Changbin sat on the floor at Felix’s feet.

The movie played, but none of them were paying attention. Their eyes, instead, were fixed on Felix—his expressions, his movements, the way he seemed so unaware of the intensity that surrounded him.

Felix yawned, stretching out across the couch, his head falling onto Minho’s shoulder. Minho stiffened for a second, then relaxed, his hand moving to gently rest on Felix’s arm. Jeongin’s fingers subtly curled around Felix’s wrist, while Hyunjin’s hand dropped to his shoulder, pressing him back against the couch.

They were all touching him now, in some way. And Felix didn’t seem to notice.

As Felix’s breathing slowed, drifting into sleep, the room fell into a strange, quiet stillness. The others exchanged a glance, an understanding passing between them.

Felix was theirs.

And together, they would make sure it stayed that way.