Felix Centric One Shots

Pizza, Cake, and Felix (TF)

"A slice of love, a piece of healing, and a little boy who changed everything."

"Hyunjin, don't let them climb the bookshelf!"

"I'm trying! This one's got the strength of a monkey—no, no, sweetie, come down—"

Minho chuckled, catching a toddler just before she launched herself off a play table. "You're supposed to supervise, not panic."

Hyunjin huffed, adjusting his apron. "I'm not used to this many tiny humans. They have no fear."

"They're kids," Seungmin said, setting down a tray of juice boxes. "Fear hasn't kicked in yet. That's what we're here for."

Jisung knelt beside a little boy building blocks. "They're cute though. Like squishy, chaotic puppies."

"I like the chaos," Jeongin admitted, his lap currently occupied by a giggling toddler who wouldn't stop pulling his cheeks. "Feels like a jungle gym."

"Chan-hyung, that one's painting the table," Changbin called from across the room.

Chan turned just in time to see a tiny girl proudly smearing blue across the wooden surface. He crouched down. "Hey, Picasso, let's try the paper, yeah?"

The center was bright and warm, laughter bouncing off the walls. The Stray Kids members had offered to help for the week while the center prepped for a fundraiser, and the place was buzzing with children and energy. But amid the noise, Minho noticed something quiet.

Near the bookshelf, huddled on a beanbag, was a small boy. No older than two, maybe younger. His clothes were clean but oversized, sleeves swallowed his hands. He had sandy blond hair and big brown eyes, wide and unsure, darting from face to face like every noise was a warning.

Minho approached slowly, crouching to the toddler's eye level. "Hey there, little guy. Mind if I sit with you?"

The boy didn't answer. Didn't move. Just stared.

Minho smiled gently and settled on the floor beside him, not too close. "I'm Minho. I like cats, naps, and cookies. You?"

Still nothing. But those wide eyes didn't leave him.

From behind, a volunteer staff member appeared. "That's Felix. He came in two days ago. We're not sure where he's from yet—he hasn't said a word. Won't eat much either. Just... sits."

Minho's heart clenched. "Does he have any family?"

The staff member shook her head. "No one's come forward. He's not hurt physically, but... definitely scared. Be gentle."

Minho nodded and waited a few more seconds before slowly extending his hand, palm up. "It's okay, Felix. You don't have to talk. You can just sit with me."

Felix blinked. Then, cautiously, like a kitten testing new ground, he crawled the short distance over and placed his tiny hand into Minho's.

Minho's breath caught. "Oh. Okay. Hi."

Felix didn't speak. Didn't smile. But he didn't let go.

"Hyung," Jisung whispered, kneeling beside them with wide eyes. "He's touching you."

"I know." Minho glanced down. Felix had now wedged himself between Minho's legs, tiny fingers curled tight into his jeans. "I think I've been chosen."

Jisung grinned. "You're the baby whisperer."

"He hasn't let anyone near him," the volunteer added, watching in surprise. "That's... new."

Felix peeked up at Minho, his lip trembling just slightly, but his eyes calmer now. His thumb brushed Minho's wrist. Still silent.