Felix Centric One Shots

Shining through the Storm (Minlix)

The dorm is buzzing with energy despite the late hour. Chan's voice booms from the studio down the hall, Jeongin and Seungmin are arguing over lyrics, and Hyunjin's footsteps thud across the wooden floor as he practices choreography in the living room.

Amid the chaos, Felix sits alone at the dining table, scrolling through his phone. His usually bright expression darkens as he reads through the comments on their latest post.

"Why does he even get lines? His voice ruins the song."
"Felix looks exhausted. Is he really that lazy?"
"He's just a visual. He brings nothing to the group."

Felix's thumb freezes over the screen. The words sink deep. His chest tightens. He swallows hard and locks his phone. The laughter and chatter from the others only make him feel more isolated.

He pushes himself up and walks toward Minho's room.

"Hyung?" Felix calls out softly.

Minho is sitting at his desk, headphones on, working on choreo adjustments. He doesn't look up.

"Minho-hyung," Felix says again, a little louder.

With a sigh, Minho pulls off his headphones and swivels his chair around. "What's up?"

"Can we talk for a sec?" Felix asks, shifting on his feet nervously.

Minho's brow furrows. He can already tell something's off. "I'm kind of in the middle of—"

"Please," Felix interrupts, his voice pleading.

There's a beat of silence before Minho sighs again and gestures for Felix to sit on the bed. "What's going on?"

Felix sits, fidgeting with his hoodie sleeve. His gaze is fixed on the floor. "Do you ever feel like... like maybe people don't want you around?"

Minho's expression softens for a moment, but he quickly shakes it off and folds his arms. "Lix... you're letting those comments get to you again, aren't you?"

Felix nods slowly. His voice is barely a whisper. "They're right. I'm not doing enough. I'm not good enough."

Minho stands abruptly, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. "Seriously, Felix? We've been through this. It's just noise. Why are you wasting your time on it?"

Felix blinks, hurt flashing in his eyes. "I... I thought you'd understand."

"I do. But I'm busy. We're all busy. You need to stop looking for validation in places you won't find it," Minho says, harsher than he means to.

The words hit Felix harder than Minho intends. He looks away, his voice trembling. "Right. Of course. Sorry for bothering you."

"Felix—" Minho starts, but Felix is already on his feet, walking away with his head down, shoulders tense.

The dorm feels suffocating. Every laugh and footstep echoes too loud in his ears. Without thinking, he grabs his coat and slips out the door, the cold night air biting against his skin as he walks down the empty street.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it.

All he can hear are the hateful words swirling in his mind... and Minho's harsh voice telling him to stop looking for reassurance.

But he can't. Not tonight.

Minho sits on his bed, bouncing his leg anxiously as he stares at his phone. The screen lights up with Felix's contact photo as he calls again.

"Come on, Lix... pick up," he mutters.

The ringing stops, but there's no answer.

"Damn it!" Minho curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair.