Felix Centric One Shots

The Star That Saved Me (TF)

"Sometimes, all it takes is a little starlight to remember who you are."

"I can't do this anymore," Chan muttered to no one, hunched over his desk in the dim glow of his studio. The soft hum of his computer screen mixed with the bass thumping faintly in the background. His fingers trembled as he reached to mute the track.

Another comeback. Another set of rehearsals, photoshoots, fan signs, interviews. Another schedule packed so tightly that he barely remembered what day it was, or if he had eaten. Every beat he made, every line he adjusted—it felt more like survival than passion.

His vision blurred, but he ignored it until the first tear dropped onto the keyboard.

He inhaled sharply and tried to swipe it away, but another followed. And another. Then they just came all at once, unstoppable. He leaned forward, face buried in his arms, shoulders shaking silently.

"I'm so tired," he whispered. "So damn tired..."

For a long time, all he heard was his own ragged breathing and the low hum of equipment around him. No one would hear. The studio was soundproof. He could cry here and still be the leader on stage tomorrow.

Then something twinkled in the corner of his eye.

He sat up fast, rubbing his face. The sparkle was still there.

"What the hell..."

The air shimmered softly, like moonlight on water. And then, just like that, a child appeared. A little boy—chubby cheeks, starry eyes, messy blond curls sticking out every which way. He couldn't be more than two. He was wearing a little onesie with stars on it, feet bare, and he was holding a stuffed bunny that looked like it had seen better days.

"Hi!" the toddler chirped.

Chan blinked at him. "What... are you—what is this?"

The child padded forward confidently, dropping the bunny so he could pat the floor like an invitation. "I Fee-wix! I come to you!"

Chan stared. His mouth opened but no words came out. This had to be a dream. A breakdown hallucination. Something.

"I come make you happy again," Felix said, sitting cross-legged on the floor like this was normal. "You cwyin'. I see. So I come!"

"Wha... no, hold on. What—how did you get in here?" Chan backed up in his chair. "Who brought you here? Are you lost? Did someone—someone drop you off?"

"Nooope," Felix said proudly. "I float in!"

Chan stood slowly, running his hands through his hair. "You... floated?"

"Mhm," Felix beamed. "You sad. You so sad. You fwow up in heart. Big pain. So I come."

Chan looked at the boy again—too real. Not a hallucination. His little nose wiggled as he picked at a string on his sock. The way his curls bounced when he tilted his head, the way his little lips pouted seriously as he looked up at Chan. All of it too real.

"You can't be real."

"I real!" Felix protested. "You need magic, so I bring it. You forgot why you sing."

"I didn't forget." Chan rubbed his face. "I just... I'm tired, okay? People don't love you for real. They want something from you. You give and give and it's never enough. I used to do this because it made me feel alive. Now it's just... expectations and pressure and... people pretending to love you one minute and hating you the next."

Felix's tiny brows furrowed. "But you wike music."

Chan swallowed hard. "I did."

"Nooo, you still do," Felix said as he stood up and toddled closer. He grabbed Chan's hand with his tiny one. "You just f'got. So I come. I 'member for you."