Felix Centric One Shots

Sunlight in the Shadows (Minlix)

"He was never meant to die—he was meant to change the afterlife."

The realm between life and death was rarely quiet. It pulsed like a heartbeat  faint, constant, threaded with whispers of souls moving through the dark. Monitors glowed in cold light across the walls of Chan's office, each one flickering with names, times, and outcomes: those whose threads had reached their end.

Chan leaned forward, elbows on the desk, dark hair falling into his eyes as he scanned the list. He'd been doing this for centuries, yet the weight of every name never quite went away. Each one was a story that had run out of time.

Until he saw that one.

"Felix Lee," he read quietly. The time stamp beside the name blinked red — a color that didn't belong there. A color that meant something had gone wrong.

Across the room, Changbin looked up from cleaning his scythe. "Another one?"

Chan didn't answer right away. He clicked into the file, pulling up the details — date of birth, time of death, cause. Then his eyes narrowed.

"No," he murmured. "This one wasn't scheduled."

That made everyone pause. Hyunjin, who'd been leaning against the doorway with his long coat half-draped over his shoulder, straightened. "Not scheduled?"

Jisung snorted, spinning his ring around his finger. "Come on, boss, people die every second. Not everyone gets a perfect little countdown."

Chan's tone hardened. "No, Jisung. This one wasn't supposed to die."

The room fell silent.

Seungmin frowned, moving closer. "Meaning?"

Chan turned the monitor so they could see. "Felix Lee, twenty-four. Natural lifespan projected until eighty-seven. His thread was cut fifty-three seconds ago."

Jeongin let out a low whistle. "That's... not supposed to happen."

"It doesn't," Chan said. "Not unless someone interfered."

Minho, who had been silent until then, leaned forward from where he sat on the edge of the table. "You think it was a forced death."

Chan nodded slowly. "Murder-suicide. The mortal records confirm it already. His father shot him then shot himself because Felix told him he was gay." His voice softened, almost regretful. "But his thread wasn't meant to be cut yet. The system can't process his soul because it doesn't know where to send him. Heaven and Hell both rejected the file."

Jisung crossed his arms. "So what now? You want us to file a report to the higher division?"

Chan shook his head. "No."

That one word drew all eyes to him.

Changbin frowned. "Then what are we supposed to do? If he's not supposed to die, he's—"

"Unclaimed," Chan finished for him. "Which means I can decide what happens next."

Hyunjin's brows furrowed. "And what are you planning, boss?"

Chan's eyes lingered on the screen. The photo that appeared was a candid Felix smiling softly, sunlight catching the edges of his hair. There was something almost luminous about him, something that didn't belong in the cold records of death.

"I'm sending Minho," Chan said finally.

"Me?" Minho blinked.

"Yes. Collect the soul. Bring him here."

"Wait, bring him here?" Seungmin asked. "To the base? We don't do that. We send them where they belong."

"I know." Chan's gaze didn't waver. "But this one doesn't belong anywhere yet. I want to see him."