Felix Centric One Shots

Tiny Boss, Big Family (TF)

"He may be two feet tall, but he runs the whole group."

The sun was barely peeking over the Sydney horizon when Chan buckled his sleepy son into his car seat. "You ready, baby? We're going on a big adventure," he said softly, brushing back Felix's curls as the toddler blinked up at him with bleary eyes.

"'Ventur'," Felix repeated, then yawned so big his whole body curled around it. "We goin' bye-bye?"

"Yeah, bub. We're going to Korea. Gonna start a new life, just you and me."

Felix nodded solemnly, hugging his stuffed koala. "Koala come too?"

"Of course he does," Chan chuckled, kissing Felix's forehead before closing the door and heading to the driver's seat. "Couldn't do it without him."

The plane ride was long, but Felix surprised him—no meltdowns, just a lot of quiet coloring, a few snacks, and hours curled against Chan's chest watching cartoons. When they landed in Seoul, Chan carried him through the airport with one arm while dragging two suitcases behind them with the other.

By the time they checked into a modest hotel, it was well past dinner.

"We'll get settled soon, baby," Chan whispered as he tucked Felix into the hotel bed. "Tomorrow's a big day."

Felix curled up instantly. "Night-night, Dada."

"Night, angel."

The next morning, Chan adjusted his black cap in the hotel mirror, glanced down at Felix in his tiny hoodie and jeans, and gave him an encouraging grin.

"How do we look?"

Felix raised both hands. "Cool, Dada! Me cool too!"

Chan laughed. "That's right. You're the coolest."

Felix held his hand tightly as they approached the JYP building. The front desk receptionist gave them a curious glance, her eyes drifting from Chan to the toddler.

"I have a meeting," Chan said confidently. "I was told to bring my portfolio and speak to the training director."

The receptionist nodded, flipping through the schedule. "Christopher Bang?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"He'll be right with you. Please have a seat."

Chan lifted Felix onto his lap and pulled out the portfolio, double-checking everything. Dance reels. Production samples. Vocal work. His own choreography breakdowns. His lyrics.

"You gonna do music, Dada?" Felix asked, nose twitching as he looked around the sleek building.

"Yeah, bub. Gonna try, at least."

Soon, a tall man with a headset approached them, glancing between Chan and Felix with barely concealed surprise.

"You're Christopher Bang?"

"Just Chan," he said, rising. "And this is my son, Felix."

The man raised a brow. "You brought him?"

"He's part of the package," Chan said firmly. "But he's a good kid. You won't even know he's there."

The man hesitated, then waved them to follow. "Mr. Park is waiting."

The walk to the office was quiet. Chan held Felix close. Felix clung to him but didn't fuss. When they entered the room, J.Y. Park himself was at the table, alongside a few others. Everyone looked up.

"This is him?" JYP asked, blinking at the toddler.

"Yes, sir," Chan said, offering a polite bow before gently setting Felix down beside him. "This is my son, Felix. And this is my portfolio."