Felix Centric One Shots

Made For This (TF)

"An angel's light, a family's love, a bond written in the stars."

"Hyung, you're not seriously saying we have to go right now," Jisung groaned, flopping back on the practice room floor. "We just finished three hours of dance rehearsal. My bones are crying."

"You think the demons are gonna wait for your nap time, Jisung?" Minho snapped, adjusting the gloves on his hands. His voice was sharp, but his eyes were serious—glowing faintly red already. "They took a baby, remember?"

Jeongin looked up from tying his combat boots, brow furrowed. "An angel baby," he corrected quietly. "A two-year-old. And they killed his family."

Chan's voice cut through the air, low and commanding. "We leave in five. Everyone gear up. This isn't just a cleanup mission. This one matters."

"But every mission matters," Hyunjin muttered as he grabbed his jacket, flipping his hair out of his face. "It's just... this one feels different."

Seungmin nodded grimly from where he stood by the weapons trunk, carefully inspecting silver-coated blades. "That's because it is. The balance between realms is already unstable. A shadow demon killing an angel family? That's a declaration of war."

"And we're the only ones crazy enough to stop them," Changbin muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Love that for us."

Chan tossed him a dark look. "This isn't about loving it. This is about doing what no one else can. JYP gave us this job for a reason."

Minho zipped up his black jacket and pulled the hood over his head. "He gave it to us because we've already showed we are the best."

Jeongin stood last, quiet but ready, his voice soft. "Do we know if the baby's still alive?"

Chan exhaled hard. "He's alive. Barely. They're keeping him in a collapsed cathedral outside the city. Too much dark energy for the usual hunters to get close. They want to corrupt him—turn an angel into a shadow demon."

"Not on our watch," Minho growled, eyes burning now.

They were silent after that. Silent as they loaded into the van. Silent as the city lights faded behind them and the air turned thick with magic. Silent as their human masks slipped, and their real selves emerged in the shadows of the night.

"Left flank!" Chan's voice boomed through the collapsing cathedral. "Minho, take the balcony—don't let them escape!"

Black smoke coiled through the air, hissing with heat as shadow demons lunged from the broken stained glass windows. Changbin snarled as he swung his blade through a mass of darkness, the demon screeching before it evaporated.

"I got three down on the west wing!" Hyunjin shouted, blood on his cheek as he spun and threw a dagger into another demon's chest.

"WHERE IS HE?" Jeongin cried out, voice panicked as he dodged a claw swipe. "Where's the baby?!"

"There!" Seungmin pointed with his blade, eyes wide. "Near the altar—he's in a shield circle!"

Minho leapt from the rafters, crashing into the circle of protection with a snarl. His blade shattered the runes as the demon holding Felix roared in fury.

Felix sobbed, little body shaking in a bundle of feathers and ash, eyes wide and glowing pale gold as the circle shattered. "Owie! Owie—no touchie!"

Jeongin was the first to reach him, dropping his weapon and scooping the child into his arms without hesitation. "Shh, shh, you're safe now. You're okay. I got you."

Felix trembled, tiny fists clinging to Jeongin's shirt. "Innie... Innie safe..."

"Innie?" Hyunjin echoed mid-fight, eyes wide. "He knows your name?"