Felix Centric One Shots

Forever Dada(TF)

"You my Dada. Foweva."

"Hyung! Hyung, up, up!"

Minho groaned, one arm flopping over his eyes. "Felix... it's been five minutes."

"Nooo, not five," Felix said, giggling as he climbed on top of Minho's stomach, flopping there with the force of a tiny, squirmy bowling ball. "Up, up, dance! We do moosic!"

"I've been dancing for eight hours, tiny man."

"Moosic!" Felix sang, sliding down Minho's chest and bouncing on the bed. "We dance moosic now! Lee MoMo dance toooo~"

Minho cracked an eye open, groaning again when he saw Felix doing an oddly confident version of body rolls that he definitely picked up from watching them rehearse earlier. "Where did you even learn that?"

"Hyunnie do it! Wike dis!" Felix spun and nearly fell. "Oopsie!"

"Okay, okay," Minho finally sat up, rubbing his face with both hands. "You win. But we're staying in the room. No running. I swear if you run again with your socks on the tile, you're going to break something. Probably me."

Felix climbed into his lap instantly and shoved his plush bunny in Minho's face. "Bunbun say you dance now. Bunbun mad."

"Bunbun's very demanding." Minho took the plush seriously, making a show of bowing to it. "Okay, Bunbun-nim. I obey."

Felix squealed and bounced again. "Obaaayyy!"

The door creaked open. Changbin peeked in with sleepy eyes and messy hair. "Why is there yelling. It's eleven. At night."

"Tell your nephew," Minho said, tilting his head at Felix, "that dance practice is over for the day."

Changbin stepped inside, rubbing his eyes. "Felix-ah. Let Minho hyung rest, okay? He's tired. We're all tired."

"But I not sweepy!" Felix said, climbing back down. "I big boy!"

"You're literally wearing dinosaur pajamas with little tails on the butt," Minho muttered.

"Dino butt!" Felix turned around and wiggled his hips. "Rawr!"

Changbin cracked a grin. "Alright, that's funny. But still. Maybe quiet play? Or books? No dancing?"

"I readed books already. Tree books."

"Three," Minho corrected softly.

"Tree," Felix insisted.

Changbin shook his head, chuckling, and yawned again. "I'm gonna die on the couch. Don't let him juggle knives or anything."

"Only on weekends," Minho said flatly.

"Good night," Changbin muttered, and shuffled back out.

As the door closed, Minho flopped backward again. "Okay. What now? You danced. You read. You ate five chicken nuggets and half of Seungmin's strawberry yogurt. What's next?"

Felix crawled up beside him, resting his head on Minho's shoulder. "Watch moosic. With hyung."

"You wanna watch music videos?"

Felix nodded, then lifted Minho's arm and pulled it around himself. "Dis way."

Minho sighed, giving in as usual. He reached for the tablet on the nightstand and pulled up a muted compilation of their stages, letting the soft audio play low. Felix watched, mesmerized.

"That you," he said, pointing.

"Mhm."

"You spinnin'!"