Felix Centric One Shots

What Do You Mean I'm a Father? (TF)

"From K-pop star to Appa overnight... with backup from the entire band."

The knock on the dorm door was sharp. Too sharp for a delivery or a fan. Chan glanced up from his laptop, frowning.

"Minho," he called over his shoulder, "someone's at the door."

Minho didn't answer—he was half-asleep on the couch with one arm flung over his face. Chan sighed and got up to answer it himself.

A man in a pressed black suit stood in the hallway, holding a baby carrier in one hand and a leather folder in the other. He looked completely out of place among the faint scent of instant ramen and the sound of a drama playing on the TV.

"Can I help you?" Chan asked cautiously.

"I'm looking for Lee Minho," the man said. "This is regarding a private legal matter. Are you him?"

"No," Chan replied, still hesitant. "I'm Bang Chan. I live here with him. What's this about?"

The man gestured toward the baby carrier. "I need to speak to Mr. Lee directly. Please."

Chan narrowed his eyes but stepped aside. "Come in. Just—don't be weird."

The man nodded. He walked in, setting the carrier carefully on the coffee table. The baby inside stirred but didn't cry, only blinked up sleepily.

Minho groaned and peeked out from under his arm. "What's going on? Who's that?"

"Someone looking for you," Chan said. "And... he brought a baby?"

Minho sat up slowly. His eyes landed on the infant, then the man, then back again. "Is this a prank?"

"No, Mr. Lee," the man said firmly, stepping forward. "My name is Mr. Hwang. I'm a probate lawyer. I represent the estate of a woman named Kim Sooyeon."

The name hit like ice water. Minho's spine straightened. "Sooyeon...?"

Mr. Hwang nodded, opening the folder. "She passed away five days ago. I'm very sorry for your loss. She left explicit instructions in her will regarding the custody of her son, Felix. You are listed as the father."

Minho stared at him like he'd been hit in the head. "Wait, what?"

"Felix is your biological child," the lawyer continued. "She left documentation: the birth certificate, DNA confirmation, and a personal letter addressed to you. She wrote that she hadn't told you during her life because she didn't want to disrupt your career or bring hardship to your personal life. But with her diagnosis and no remaining family, she named you his sole guardian."

Chan stood frozen by the kitchen counter, eyes wide.

"You're saying Minho... is this baby's father?"

"Yes," Mr. Hwang said gently. "This is your son."

Minho let out a disbelieving laugh—short and humorless. "This has to be a mistake. A baby? I—I didn't even know."

"I understand this is sudden," Mr. Hwang said, reaching into the folder again. He pulled out a sealed envelope. "She wrote this for you."

Minho took it with trembling hands. His eyes dropped to the baby, who was now chewing contentedly on a stuffed bunny's ear.

"Appa," the baby said, very softly.

Minho's breath hitched.

Felix blinked up at him and babbled, "Hi, Appa!" then giggled.

"He... he knows who I am?" Minho asked, barely above a whisper.