Felix Centric One Shots

Our Pack, Our Home (OT8)

"From packless to priceless—love changes everything."

The café was buzzing with warmth and the scent of freshly brewed coffee, but Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin barely noticed. They were too focused on the pull—something deep in their chests, an instinct thrumming through their veins. It had started the moment they walked in, a feeling so strong it made their breath hitch. And it was coming from the boy behind the counter.

Felix, his name tag said.

His scent wrapped around them, familiar yet new, like he belonged to them before they had even met. He was omega—just like them. And yet, something about him felt incomplete, lost.

Seungmin, fingers trembling only slightly, pulled out his phone and typed out a quick message to their alphas.

Seungmin: You need to come to the café. Now. Big surprise.

"Are we really doing this?" Jeongin whispered, eyes darting between Jisung and Seungmin.

"We have to," Jisung said, already stepping toward the counter. Jeongin groaned but followed, Seungmin sighing as he trailed behind them.

Felix turned as they approached, a polite but tired smile on his lips. Up close, he smelled even stronger—like vanilla and sunlight, comforting but aching with something missing.

"Hey," Jisung started, leaning against the counter. "What time do you get off?"

Felix blinked, startled. "Uh... in an hour? Why?"

"You have a pack?" Jisung asked bluntly.

Seungmin stiffened beside him. "Jisung, you can't ask that!" he hissed.

Jisung shrugged. "I just did."

Felix let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "It's okay," he said, voice soft but steady. "No, I don't. I'm... packless."

The word hung between them, and something in Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin twisted painfully at the thought.

"You don't have a pack?" Jeongin asked, voice quieter now, almost disbelieving.

Felix shook his head. "No. Haven't for a while."

Seungmin shot Jisung a look, but this time, there was no reprimand—just understanding.

Before any of them could respond, the bell above the café door chimed. Their alphas had arrived.

Chan, Minho, Changbin, and Hyunjin walked in, their presence commanding as always, eyes immediately finding their omegas. But their sharp gazes flickered to Felix just as Jisung reached out, gently guiding him toward their booth.

"Come sit with us," Jisung said. It wasn't a request.

Felix hesitated for only a second before nodding.

As the four of them moved toward the booth, the alphas shared a look. They had felt the pull that their omegas' had felt the moment they stepped inside.

Something had changed.

And it had everything to do with the stray omega now sitting with their pack.

The moment Felix sat down at their booth, he felt... strange. Warm. Like something inside him had been missing, and now, sitting here with these seven strangers, it was falling into place.

But they were strangers, weren't they?

"I'm Chan," the broad-shouldered alpha sitting closest to him said, offering a warm but firm smile. "I'm the pack alpha."

"Minho," another alpha added smoothly, eyes sharp with curiosity. "And this is Changbin and Hyunjin."

Felix barely had time to nod before the three omegas jumped in.