Fluffy SKZ oneshots🧸

Bad Boy Baking🍼🌡️

Sickie/Little: Felix (age 4)

Caregiver: mostly Chan

No one's POV.:
Felix had been a little for years. He always took care of himself, regressing in secrecy. At some point of living together with his members, he had finally felt safe enough to let other people in on his secret and had outed himself as a little. His members had been in total awe when the Aussie had explained what little space was and how he regressed to a younger mental age to deal with stress. Although Felix could take care of his little self perfectly fine, he squealed excitedly when the others practically begged him to let them be his caregivers. They had immediately fallen in love with little Lixxie and Felix had not once regretted spilling his secret, although he had been terrified about opening up in the beginning. Instead of having to choose one of the members as his main-caregiver, Felix liked all of them taking care of him, although he felt particularly close to Chan. They were practically soulmates and Chan's accent made him feel safe and at home. Felix really looked up to their leader.

Stray Kids were on Christmas break and finally got the time to relax. Felix had regressed the day after their schedule ended and his little self was in full Christmas spirit. His joyous mood was contagious and you could hear the other members hum Christmas carols under their breaths as they watched over the little. They all had some preparations to do before the holidays, so Felix decided to occupy himself till the members were done with their chores and had the time to play with him. The young dancer always made sure his little space wouldn't burden anyone and only let his clingy side show when he knew his members could handle it. The day before, he had become big for about an hour to prepare some cookie dough, so little Lixxie could bake sugar cookies today while he waited for his members to finish their chores. Since he had always taken care of himself in little space, he could roll the dough himself. Using the few cookie cutters they had, he cut out star and heart shapes before placing he cookies onto baking sheets. He only needed his caregivers to put the baking trays into the oven and take them out again. The members were basically going about their day, only walking into the kitchen once in a while when they heard the timer beep to exchange one baking tray for another before going back to what they were doing.

The group knew Felix was more responsible in little space than you'd think at first, so they weren't worried about letting him cut out his cookies by himself. Mostly they were glad that the little was occupied because, although they loved caring for him, they were busy with their Christmas preparations, like wrapping presents for their friends or compiling shopping lists of ingredients they'd need for dinner on Christmas eve. Sure, they'd check on the little every time they'd take the cookies out of the oven but it seemed the little was perfectly fine. And he was. Felix was content in his own little world, as he cut shapes out of the dough, sneaking small bits of dough into his mouth from time to time. Of course, Felix knew that he wasn't supposed to eat the dough raw but it was just to delicious not to. Despite knowing better, the little kept having bits of dough here and there as he finished up baking his cookies.

When Felix was done and the last baking tray had come out of the oven, Hyunjin and Seungmin, the two members who had finished their chores already, helped Felix clean the mess he had made and stored the cooled cookies into cutely printed tin boxes. After cleaning the kitchen, Felix went to his room to change into clean clothes. He had worn an apron but somehow his clothes were covered in flour anyways. As he lifted his arms over his head to take off his dusty shirt, he felt a stabbing pain in his stomach. Whimpering he dropped his arms back down and hugged his middle, as he waited for the pain to fade. Much slower, he took of his shirt, replacing it with one of his favorite hoodies before curling up on his bed. His tummy was still hurting, so he pulled his knees closer to his chest, hugging himself.

Felix' POV.:
I had changed into some of my comfiest clothes, choosing sweatpants with a very soft waistband to keep the pressure off of my tummy. It had started hurting pretty badly soon after I had finished baking my cookies. I knew it was because I ate some of the dough raw, so I couldn't go to any of my hyungs for comfort. They'd only scold me, since it was totally my own fault that I felt so poorly. Lying there, curled up on my side, I tried to suppress the tears and whimpers of pain that are making my throat feel tight.