Chapter 3 : Wrapped in Warmth

The days after the festival blurred into busy schedules. Felix barely had time to breathe between rehearsals, interviews, and fan meetings. Yet somehow… the Stray Kids members were always there.

Sometimes as shadows in the hallways, sometimes as unexpected visitors in his practice room, sometimes simply sending him snacks and handwritten notes through staff.

Felix thought it was kindness.

The alphas knew it was instinct.

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One late evening, Felix was practicing alone. His voice cracked with fatigue, and he sank to the floor, hugging his knees.

“I’m so tired…” he whispered, his small frame trembling.

The door opened.

“Lixie?”

Hyunjin stepped inside first, carrying a bag. Behind him came Changbin and I.N, their expressions softening at the sight of the exhausted omega.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were staying this late?” Changbin scolded, though his tone was more worried than angry.

Felix blinked. “Ah… I didn’t want to bother anyone.”

That simple sentence hit them harder than expected. *Didn’t want to bother anyone?* The thought of Felix suffering quietly instead of leaning on them made their chests ache.

I.N crouched down beside him, his usual cheeky smirk replaced with gentleness. “You’re never a bother, hyung. Ever.”

Before Felix could respond, Hyunjin set the bag down and began pulling out containers. “We brought food. Your favorite — chicken soup and some pastries.”

Felix’s eyes widened. “You remembered…?”

“Of course,” Hyunjin said, brushing stray hair from Felix’s forehead. His touch lingered just a little too long, but Felix only felt warmth.

Changbin handed him a spoon, his deep voice unusually tender. “Eat. You can’t sing if you don’t take care of yourself.”

As Felix tasted the soup, tears pricked his eyes. “It’s so good… thank you.”

The alphas exchanged glances. That one smile of gratitude was enough to make their possessiveness flare all over again.

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A few days later, Felix’s tiny apartment became another battlefield of affection.

He had invited them over, shyly, thinking they might be too busy. Instead, all seven alphas showed up at once, filling his living room with their presence.

“lixie, your place is so small,” Han teased, flopping onto the couch. “We should get you something bigger.”

“I-It’s fine! I like it cozy,” Felix protested, cheeks pink.

“Still,” Seungmin said, calmly adjusting a pillow behind Felix’s back, “you deserve better.”

Before Felix could argue, Lee Know appeared from the kitchen, holding a mug. “Here. Warm milk with honey. It’ll help you sleep.”

Felix accepted it with a shy smile. “You’re all… spoiling me too much.”

Chan, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside him, leaned closer, his eyes soft but intense. “Get used to it. We want to take care of you.”

Felix’s chest tightened. No one had ever treated him like this before — not with such constant devotion. It felt like being wrapped in a blanket he didn’t know he needed.

As the night went on, the alphas bickered softly over who got to sit closest to him, who got to cook for him next time, who got to carry his bag when he had schedules.

Felix laughed, his eyes crinkling like stars. “You guys are too much.”

But deep down… he didn’t want them to stop.

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That night, as Felix dozed off on the couch, his head resting on Chan’s shoulder, the alphas quietly surrounded him.

Lee Know adjusted the blanket over his small frame.

Hyunjin brushed his hair gently, almost reverently.

Changbin’s sharp eyes softened as he whispered, “He really is ours, isn’t he?”

No one disagreed.

Because in that moment, as Felix slept peacefully, trusting them completely, the seven alphas felt their bond tighten.

And though Felix didn’t realize it yet, he was already theirs — protected, adored, and utterly enveloped in their love.

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To be continued…