Felix Centric One Shots

Where the Sunshine Lives (TF)

"From broken pasts to brighter tomorrows — this is where the sunshine lives."

"Felix, where's your shoe, baby?" Minho crouched by the door, already sweating under the pressure of running late. His little brother was sitting cross-legged on the floor, giggling as he held one tiny sneaker triumphantly in the air.

"Right here, hyungie!" Felix beamed, face sticky with grape jelly from breakfast.

"Why is it on your head?"

"Is hat!" he squealed.

Minho sighed, but laughed despite himself. "Okay, hat-boy, let's put it on your foot where it belongs, yeah?"

"Okay!" Felix flopped backward and lifted his foot with dramatic flair. "I ready!"

Five minutes later, after wiping Felix's hands, fixing his hair, and checking that he'd packed the folder with his resume and videos, Minho finally locked the hotel door. He glanced down at Felix in his car seat and gave his hand a squeeze.

"You ready to go meet some very cool people?"

Felix nodded, then whispered, "I be good, promise."

"I know you will, sunshine."

The drive wasn't long, but Minho's nerves ramped up the closer he got to the towering glass building with "Stray Kids Inc." spelled out in sleek silver across the top. He found a visitor parking spot and unbuckled Felix, who immediately pointed to the building.

"Big house!"

"Not a house, buddy. That's where the cool people make music and dances."

Felix gasped. "Dey make da boom-boom songs?"

Minho grinned. "Yeah, they make the boom-boom songs."

Inside the lobby, everything was too clean, too modern, too intimidating. But Minho kept his chin high as the receptionist checked him in. Felix clung to his hand, quiet but wide-eyed.

"Mr. Bang will be with you in just a moment," the receptionist said with a smile.

"Fank you," Felix replied before Minho could.

The woman blinked, then grinned. "You're welcome, sweetheart."

Minho crouched and whispered, "Okay, remember. Quiet voice, hold hyung's hand, no running around."

Felix nodded solemnly. "I do good."

The elevator dinged and a tall man with broad shoulders and warm eyes stepped out. His presence was magnetic—confident, kind. Minho recognized him immediately.

"Bang Chan," Minho said, standing up quickly.

"Minho?" Chan extended a hand, but his eyes drifted to the small child gripping Minho's pant leg. "And who's this little guy?"

Felix peeked out. "I Felix. I two an' a half."

"Two and a half?" Chan crouched, resting his arms on his knees. "That's a big age."

Felix puffed his chest. "I big boy. I no bite."

"Well, that's good to know," Chan laughed. "You wanna come see where we make the boom-boom songs?"

Felix gasped. "You make da boom-booms?!"

"I do. All the time. You like music?"

"Yuh-huh! I dance like dis!" Felix spun in a slow, wobbly circle and then collapsed into giggles.

Minho covered his mouth, half in horror, half in amusement. "I'm so sorry, he's usually—"

Chan held up a hand. "No, no. This is the best start to an interview I've ever had." He turned and waved them to follow. "Come on, everyone's in Studio C."