Felix Centric One Shots

We Are Survivors (TF)

"From the ashes of loss, we built something unbreakable."

The hum of the airplane engines had become white noise. Chan adjusted his hoodie and leaned back, glancing at the others. Minho had his eyes closed, music in his ears. Changbin was mid-laugh over something Jisung had just shown him on his phone. Hyunjin was flipping through a sketchbook while Seungmin and Jeongin quietly shared snacks in the corner.

"Feels good to go home," Chan murmured, half to himself.

"It was a great show though," Jisung said, grinning as he turned his phone around to show a video of the crowd screaming their names.

"Let's not talk about the jetlag we're about to get smacked with," Seungmin muttered, reaching for another cookie.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "You always complain about jetlag and then sleep for fifteen hours straight."

"That's called coping," Seungmin replied.

The fasten seatbelt sign blinked overhead. A moment later, the intercom crackled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're encountering some turbulence. Please return to your seats and buckle in," the pilot's calm voice announced.

Minho popped one earbud out. "That didn't sound good."

Changbin's smile faltered slightly. "It's probably nothing."

But then the plane lurched.

Hard.

Drinks toppled. Someone screamed. Oxygen masks dropped from above with a mechanical clunk. The lights flickered and alarms blared.

"What the hell—?" Chan started, but the words died in his throat as the plane jerked again, more violently.

"Seatbelts!" he barked instinctively, grabbing his own.

Hyunjin was already strapping in, eyes wide. "Is this real?!"

Jeongin's voice shook. "We're not... we're not going down, right?"

Nobody answered.

Outside the window, there was nothing but clouds—then the plane tilted sharply.

A moment later, everything was chaos.

Metal tearing. Screams. Fire.

And then—

Silence.

"Chan."

A hand on his arm.

"Hyung. Wake up."

Chan blinked, his vision blurry. Smoke. Trees. A field. And voices—panicked, distant, some crying.

"Minho...?"

"I'm here. You're bleeding."

Chan pushed himself up slowly. The air reeked of fuel and ash. Pieces of the plane were scattered around like toys broken apart by a giant.

"Where's everyone?"

"I see them. Hyunjin's limping. Jisung is dazed. Changbin's helping Jeongin. Seungmin's calling JYP." Minho looked around, eyes alert even in the chaos. "We're alive."

Chan's head pounded. "What... what happened?"

"The plane crashed."

Chan turned and saw a tiny body being pulled from under a seat by a paramedic. A child. Small. Crying.

"Is that a—?"

"Kid. Yeah. I think he survived."

The next few days blurred.