Felix Centric One Shots

The Heart of the Pack (Chanlix)🔞

The crowd's cheers roared through the stadium, shaking the walls as Stray Kids wrapped up their final set. The energy was electric, sweat dripping down each member as they took their places to address the fans.

"STAY!" Chan shouted into his mic, his deep voice reverberating. "You were amazing tonight!"

The others joined in with their thanks, Minho smirking as he leaned against Changbin. Jeongin waved furiously at the fans in the front row, his grin lighting up his face. Felix stood in the middle, his chest heaving from the adrenaline of their performance, a strange heat pooling in his core.

"Felix," Hyunjin said with a teasing nudge, his black hair sticking to his forehead. "You're glowing. Can't handle the spotlight?"

Felix laughed weakly, but something felt off. His hands shook as he adjusted his earpiece. "I... I think I need a minute," he murmured, voice almost drowned by the screaming fans.

Chan immediately noticed, his alpha instincts flaring. He stepped closer. "You okay, Lix? You're pale."

Before Felix could respond, a sharp, intoxicating scent filled the air, silencing the pack mid-breath.

"What the—" Jisung's eyes widened. "Is that..."

Felix stumbled, his legs buckling as the scent intensified. The arena seemed to blur, the crowd's cheers fading as the pack surrounded him.

"Felix," Minho whispered, his voice tinged with awe. "You're presenting."

"An omega," Seungmin added, his sharp tone unable to hide the wonder.

"No way," Changbin muttered, his fists clenching at his sides.

Felix's eyes fluttered open, panic settling in. "What's happening to me?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

Chan was already in front of him, his hand steady on Felix's shoulder. "It's okay, Felix. You're presenting. You're safe." But even the alpha leader's voice held a slight edge, his own wolf reacting to Felix's newly presented scent.

The others weren't faring much better. Hyunjin shifted closer, his gaze flickering gold. "He's beautiful," he murmured.

"Hyunjin," Chan barked, his alpha authority cutting through. "Back off."

Hyunjin growled softly but obeyed, stepping away. The air was thick with tension, every alpha fighting their instincts to claim, to protect.

"I can't... I can't do this right now," Felix whimpered, clutching at Chan's arm.

"You don't have to," Chan said firmly, wrapping an arm around him. "Let's get you out of here."

As they guided Felix backstage, the pack exchanged silent glances, their wolves restless. It wasn't just Felix's life that had changed—it was theirs too.

Backstage was a blur of activity. Staff rushed around, oblivious to the tension radiating from the pack. Felix sat on a couch in the dressing room, his head buried in his hands as the others hovered.

"Give him space," Chan snapped, his alpha authority palpable.

"But—" Hyunjin began, only for Minho to pull him back by the shoulder.

"You heard him," Minho said, his eyes narrowing. "Don't crowd."

Felix looked up, his face pale and glistening with sweat. "I don't understand what's happening," he murmured, his voice shaky. "I thought... I thought I was going to be a beta."

"Nope you an omega, sunshine," Seungmin said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "Sometimes it happens late. And, well..." He gestured vaguely at Felix. "Here we are."