Felix Centric One Shots

Heaven Sent (TF)

"They were lost in the spotlight... until heaven sent them home."

"Hyung, I swear, if I hear one more person say they love me just because I have muscles, I might lose it," Changbin groaned, flopping dramatically onto the studio couch. "Do they even know my name?"

"They know your stage name," Seungmin offered dryly, glancing up from his phone. "That counts, right?"

"Only if we're counting empty compliments," Jisung muttered, tugging at his hoodie's sleeves. "I miss when people liked us because of our music. Not just the fame."

"We're still doing what we love," Chan said gently, though his voice lacked conviction. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Aren't we?"

Minho looked up from where he was lazily spinning a pen between his fingers. "Maybe we forgot why we love it."

Hyunjin sighed, staring at the floor with furrowed brows. "Lately, I feel like I'm just performing for a crowd that sees us as fantasy, not people. No one sees the real me. Not even... me."

Jeongin, quiet until now, fiddled with a loose thread on his sleeve. "Do you ever feel like we're just... filling a space? Like we're running in circles with nothing real holding us down?"

The room went quiet. The weight of the words hovered above them like a cloud that no one dared clear. Outside, a quiet breeze stirred the leaves, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to hold its breath.

Then—thud. Thud-thud-thud.

Chan blinked. "Did someone just... knock?"

"No one knocks. This is a locked, private floor," Seungmin said, standing slowly. "Who would even—?"

Before he could finish, the door creaked open. A soft golden light spilled into the room, too warm, too bright for the dull hallway bulbs. And standing there, barefoot and blinking up at them with huge doe eyes, was a tiny child. Curly golden hair framed a cherub-like face, skin glowing faintly as if kissed by sunlight. Tiny wings shimmered faintly on his back—translucent, but real.

"Uh," Jeongin squeaked. "Who lost a baby?"

"I not lost," the little boy said, puffing his cheeks. "I 'rrived."

Minho's pen hit the floor with a clink.

"Did he just say he arrived?" Hyunjin whispered, eyes wide.

"I angel!" the boy announced proudly, spreading his little arms. "My name Feewix. Archangel say you sad. So I come make you smile!"

Chan took a slow step forward, cautiously crouching down. "You're... Felix?"

"Yuh-huh," Felix nodded seriously, stepping into the room like he owned the place. "You 'posed to feel loved. Real loved. Not fan camera fake love. Archangel Mikey said."

"Michael," Seungmin corrected faintly, as if that was the most pressing issue at the moment.

Felix toddled straight to Changbin and climbed clumsily into his lap without asking. Changbin stared, frozen.

"You need hugs," Felix said solemnly. "You sad in your tummy."

"...I—uh—yeah, I guess," Changbin mumbled as Felix hugged his chest tightly. "Whoa. He's... warm."

"Warm like sun," Felix beamed, tilting his head. "Rafie said I has special cuddles. Make heart feel all better."

Jisung knelt beside them, wide-eyed. "Is this really happening? Are we hallucinating? Did we all eat bad chicken?"

"I no chicken!" Felix gasped, offended. "I angel baby! You need wub!"

"Love," Seungmin echoed, stunned. "He's here because... we forgot how to love?"