Felix Centric One Shots

Unbroken (Chanlix)🔞

"From the shadows of his past to the light of a love that heals, Felix's journey is one of strength, survival, and finding where he truly belongs."

The pounding on the door was distant—barely registering through the ringing in Felix's ears. His body ached, pain blooming in sharp bursts with every shallow breath. The cold hardwood floor pressed against his cheek, sticky with the blood pooling beneath him. He tried to move, to lift even a single finger, but his body refused to obey.

Another knock. Louder this time. Then voices.

"Are you sure someone's home?"

"All the lights are on."

"Try knocking again."

A sharp rap echoed through the house, followed by silence. Felix's eyelids fluttered. His lips parted, a weak, barely-there moan slipping out.

Then—CRASH.

The door burst open, splinters flying as the lock gave way. Heavy footsteps rushed in, the air shifting around him as multiple figures flooded the room.

"Oh my god," a voice choked out.

"What the hell happened here?!"

"Call an ambulance—now!"

Felix felt a strong hand press against his shoulder, flipping him carefully onto his back. His vision blurred, shapes shifting, merging, then focusing just enough for him to make out a face above him—wide brown eyes filled with alarm, lips parted in shock.

"Hey, stay with me," the man pleaded, pressing firm hands against Felix's side where the blood wouldn't stop spilling. "You're gonna be okay. We've got you."

Felix's lashes fluttered, his body sinking further into the floor, into the blackness pulling at the edges of his consciousness.

For the first time in a long time, someone had come for him.

The waiting room was suffocating.

Chan sat forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles turned white. The others sat around him, some pacing, some silent, all tense. The moment the ambulance had taken off, sirens wailing, Chan had jumped in, holding onto the unconscious boy's freezing hand the entire ride. Even now, the ghost of that touch lingered on his palm.

No one spoke—until the door finally swung open, and a doctor stepped inside.

"Are you the ones who brought in the patient?"

They all shot to their feet.

"Yes," Chan said immediately. "How is he?"

The doctor sighed, glancing at the clipboard in his hands. "He's stable now, but it was close. Severe blood loss, multiple bruised ribs, a fractured wrist. He was beaten badly—this wasn't an accident."

A heavy silence fell over them. Hyunjin cursed under his breath, and Jisung clenched his fists.

"Do you know his name?" Chan asked, voice tight.

The doctor nodded. "Felix. Felix Lee."

The name settled in Chan's chest, pressing down on something inside him. "Can we see him?"

The doctor hesitated, then nodded. "He just woke up. He's groggy, but he might be able to talk."

Without another word, they followed the doctor down the hall, the sterile scent of the hospital doing nothing to ease their nerves. When they reached the room, Chan pushed the door open first, his breath hitching at the sight inside.

Felix lay in the hospital bed, pale against the white sheets, his freckles stark against his skin. A thick bandage wrapped around his head, an IV taped to his arm. His fingers twitched slightly, his breathing slow but steady. His eyes flickered open as they stepped inside.