Felix Centric One Shots

Felix's Forever (MinSunglix)

"He survived the darkness... and found forever in their arms."

The warehouse stank of blood and sweat and something even fouler. Minho stepped over a broken chair leg, eyes scanning the dimly lit room. Growls echoed from deeper within the building, but none of them were threatening anymore. Not after the pack had torn through the place like a storm.

"Clear back here," Jisung called out from the far end of the hallway. He sounded tired, but his voice still held that edge of rage. "I found a locked door."

Minho moved to join him, eyes flicking toward the bodies of the enemy pack scattered like broken dolls. "You think this is where they kept them?"

Jisung didn't answer—just kicked the door in with a grunt. The hinges screamed, and the door cracked in the middle as it swung open.

Inside, the room was cold, damp, and heavy with the scent of fear. Chains rattled as several figures flinched back from the light. Omegas. Thin, terrified, their eyes wide and wild.

"Shit," Jisung whispered. "They're just kids."

Minho stepped forward, lowering his voice. "We're here to help. We're not gonna hurt you."

They didn't speak. Most just trembled, some crying silently. One of the betas from their own pack came in behind them with blankets and water. Minho gestured to him to start tending to the omegas while they checked the rest of the room.

That's when Jisung stopped walking.

"Minho..." he said softly. "Over here."

Minho turned and followed his line of sight. At the far end of the room, barely lit by the flickering bulb overhead, was a figure chained to the wall.

Unlike the others, he didn't flinch. He didn't move at all.

"Fuck," Minho muttered, moving quickly. The omega was slumped, arms hanging limply from the cuffs, his skin so pale it was almost translucent.

Jisung was already at his side, fumbling with the keys they'd taken from one of the traffickers. "He's not dead. I can hear his heart."

As soon as the chains fell away, the omega sagged forward.

"I got him," Jisung caught him before he hit the floor, cradling the trembling body in his arms. "He's burning up."

"He needs medical now," Minho said, pulling out his phone. "Chan, we found them. About ten omegas. One of them's in critical—barely conscious. We're bringing them back."

"Good. We'll have everything ready."

The ride back was silent. Jisung refused to let go of the omega, even when Minho offered to take him for a while.

"I've got him," he said, voice soft but firm. "He hasn't even said a word. Poor thing probably hasn't spoken in years."

Minho didn't argue. Something about the boy... the way he clung to Jisung even in his sleep, the way his scent, weak as it was, stirred something low in Minho's chest.

When they got back to the base, Jeongin and Seungmin were already waiting. Seungmin took one look at the omega in Jisung's arms and his face went dark.

"He's been starved," he said flatly. "Dehydrated. I'll start an IV. Jeongin, help me set up the medical room."

"Do we have a name?" Minho asked.

"Not yet. Let's stabilize him first."

It wasn't until two days later that Seungmin found the file. He walked into the lounge, holding the folder tightly in both hands.