Felix Centric One Shots

When You Fall, I'll Catch You (Minlix)

"You don't have to stand alone. I'll always be there."

The roar of STAYs filled the stadium, a wave of love crashing over them as Stray Kids stood at the edge of the stage, sweaty and breathless, smiling despite the exhaustion. Their latest tour had been grueling, city after city, late nights and aching limbs—but the cheers always made it worth it.

Felix stood between Chan and Hyunjin, waving both arms in the air, that sunshine smile on his face. But Minho—standing a few feet away—had been watching him all night. He noticed the stiffness in Felix's back when he bowed, the way he flinched after each intense dance number. He'd been in that car accident just a month ago—minor, they'd said, but to Minho, nothing was minor when it came to Felix.

Then, everything changed in a heartbeat.

Felix suddenly wobbled, his arm dropped mid-wave, and his whole body crumpled like a marionette with cut strings. A loud thud followed—he hit the stage hard.

Chaos erupted.

The lights still blared. The music was still playing. STAYs were screaming, some in confusion, some already panicking. Chan's mouth opened in horror, Hyunjin froze. Seungmin took an instinctive step forward but didn't know what to do.

Only Minho moved with purpose.

"Lights down—NOW!" he roared over the mic, voice sharp and commanding. The lighting tech reacted instantly, plunging the stage into near darkness, save for the faint backstage glows. "Chan—pillow, anything soft! Jisung—help me turn him on his side, gently!"

Minho dropped to his knees beside Felix, his heart pounding, but his hands steady. Felix's body was seizing violently, arms and legs jerking uncontrollably, lips slightly blue. Minho swallowed down the panic and guided Jisung to roll him onto his side, tucking the boy's arm under his head.

"Stay back," Minho whispered to the others, his voice tight but calm. "Give him space. He's seizing."

Jisung nodded, pale as paper but following Minho's lead without question.

Chan returned with a rolled-up hoodie, placing it under Felix's head. Hyunjin was crying quietly, and Jeongin had his hands over his mouth.

"He's going to be okay," Minho said quietly, fingers brushing Felix's sweat-damp hair back from his forehead. "He's going to be okay. Just breathe with me, Lixie."

The seizure slowed after what felt like hours—but was probably less than a minute. Felix's limbs stilled, his breathing ragged, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. His body was limp in Minho's arms, trembling faintly.

Chan was already speaking with security and staff, arranging for a stretcher and medical attention. STAYs had gone eerily quiet, sensing something was wrong even without being able to see clearly.

Minho didn't care about any of it. Not the fans. Not the show.

He cared that Felix was alive, and that his heart was still beating.

Minho cradled him gently, whispering, "I've got you. You're okay now. You're safe."

And even though Felix was only semi-conscious, his fingers curled weakly around Minho's shirt.

Minho didn't let go.

The white walls were too sterile, too cold for Minho's liking. He sat beside Felix's hospital bed, fingers wrapped tightly around the younger's limp hand. An IV was hooked into his arm, and machines softly beeped around them.

Minho hadn't let go of him since the ambulance.

Felix's eyes fluttered, groggy and confused.

"...Min?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.