Felix Centric One Shots

Care and Chaos (Minlix)

"In a world of noise, he found the one who listened—and never let go."

"Who's the new stylist again?" Jisung asked, adjusting the cuff of his shirt as he glanced toward the makeup station.

"Lee Felix," Chan replied, scrolling through his phone. "Apparently really good at mixing colors and textures. The company's hyping him up like he's the second coming of fashion Jesus."

Changbin smirked. "Fashion Jesus? What, is he going to walk in wearing robes and sandals?"

"Nope," Seungmin said, pointing toward the door. "More like that."

Everyone turned. Felix stepped in like he'd walked out of a soft summer magazine spread—long, flowing skirt swishing with every step, a cream-colored crop top fluttering at his waist, and a faint shimmer across his eyelids. His wavy hair fell just right, a streak of soft pink catching the light. He carried a tote bag covered in little enamel pins, and when he smiled, it was like the whole room blinked twice.

"Oh," Hyunjin said under his breath, "he's prettier than me. I don't like that."

Felix approached with a cheerful wave. "Hi! I'm Felix. I'm gonna be styling you guys today. I know you've got a shoot, so I brought some accessories I think will really make the outfits pop." His voice was warm, and there was a faint Australian lilt.

Minho, who hadn't said a word yet, leaned back in his chair and just... looked. There was something magnetic about the way Felix moved—light on his feet, easy with his hands, but steady in his gaze.

"Cool," Chan said, standing to shake his hand. "Welcome to the team. Hope we're not too hard to work with."

Felix grinned. "If you've got a pulse and you let me add a little sparkle, we're gonna get along fine."

"That sounds threatening," Jisung said, but he was already smiling.

Felix clapped his hands once. "Alright! I've got some pieces I think will suit your shoot concept—playful, a little romantic, nothing too stuffy. I might add some rings and maybe a touch of gloss and some eyeliner maybe some natural looking eyeshadow."

Changbin raised a brow. "So you... wear makeup all the time?"

"If I want to, yeah," Felix said simply, unpacking bracelets. "Clothes don't have a gender, makeup doesn't have a gender. You wear what makes you feel good. K-pop idols do it all the time. Why can't regular people?"

There was a pause, like the whole group registered the quiet conviction behind the words.

"That's... actually true," Hyunjin admitted. "I mean, I've been telling people eyeliner is magic for years."

Felix shot him a knowing smile. "Exactly."

The shoot went smoothly—Felix darting around, adjusting collars, tucking stray strands of hair behind ears, occasionally stepping back to assess the full picture. He talked to each member like they were already friends, never overstepping but somehow making everyone comfortable. He even teased Seungmin into cracking a grin for a photo, which was basically a miracle.

During a break, Jeongin was scrolling TikTok when a video started playing—a cover of a dance routine, precise and fluid, with a voice in the background singing the melody. "Hey," Jeongin said, holding out his phone, "this is you, isn't it?"

Felix blinked. "Uh... maybe."

Minho leaned over to see. "Definitely you." His eyes narrowed, impressed. "You can dance like that?"

Felix rubbed the back of his neck. "It's just for fun. I used to take lessons. And, um, yeah... I sing a bit too."

"A bit?" Chan echoed, catching on. "How 'bit' are we talking?"