#felixlee

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the rain had been falling since morning—steady, soft, and unrelenting. the kind that made the air heavy and your body feel heavier. felix sat at the end of the couch with a blanket around his shoulders, a heating pad pressed against his lower back. you were on the other end, legs tucked under yourself, a familiar ache tracing up your spine.

neither of you said much at first. it was one of those quiet days where everything hurt just enough to make talking feel like effort. the sound of rain against the window filled the silence instead.

felix shifted and winced a little, trying to find a position that didn’t pull at the old injury he’d gotten from dance practice years ago. you glanced over, knowing that sound too well. he caught your eyes and gave a small smile.

“we’re a mess, huh?” he said softly.

you huffed a laugh. “yeah, but a matching mess.”

he reached out a hand, palm up. you took it, scooting closer until your knees brushed. the simple contact helped—just knowing you weren’t the only one feeling like your body had turned against you.

“does it hurt more when it rains?” he asked.

“always.” you leaned your head on his shoulder. “you?”

“yeah. joints feel like someone replaced them with rusty screws.” he let out a breathy chuckle, the kind that said he was trying to make light of it.

you pressed your thumb gently into his palm, grounding him. “guess the weather’s our enemy.”

“nah,” he murmured, leaning his head on yours. “we’ve survived worse.”

for a while, that was enough. the both of you sat there—aching, tired, but comfortable in each other’s quiet. sometimes he’d hand you the heating pad, and you’d swap when it was his turn. other times, he’d rest his hand on your back, not to fix it, just to remind you he was there.

by late afternoon, the room was dim. the only light came from the gray sky outside and the soft reflection of the tv that neither of you were really watching.

felix spoke again, voice small and sleepy. “you know what’s wild? it still feels like home when it’s like this.”

you smiled against his shoulder. “that’s ‘cause it is.”

he squeezed your hand once, gentle. pain might’ve filled both your bodies, but love filled the space between. and even on a rainy day, that was enough warmth to last.

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Broken Kings

Obsessive!Felix x Reader Warnings: obsessive behavior , deep obsession , emotional manipulation , unhealthy attachment

At Saint Jude’s Academy, the devils wear angel faces. Felix was supposed to be my downfall—instead, he decided I was his only religion. And a broken king never lets his prey escape.

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Part 4

By Monday morning, the atmosphere at Saint Jude’s Academy had shifted. The high-society gala was over, but the invisible shockwaves left in its wake remained.

As Y/N walked down the grand, echoing corridors of the main building, the whispers were different. They were no longer just mocking; they were laced with a sharp, ugly curiosity. Word had spread about the midnight-blue gown, about Felix pulling her into the shadows of the Kim estate, and most dangerous of all, about Bang Chan intervening.

Y/N kept her chin up, clutching her textbooks to her chest like a shield. She could feel the eyes on her back. But for the first time, she wasn’t just feeling the suffocating weight of their judgment—she was analyzing it.

"Look at her. She actually thinks that dress bought her a seat at the table."

Y/N didn't have to turn around to know the voice belonged to Han Jisung. He was leaning against a row of lockers, a smirk playing on his lips, while Hwang Hyunjin stood beside him, idly twirling a high-end designer pen between his long fingers.

"Let it go, Han," Hyunjin murmured, though his dark, mocking eyes never left Y/N as she approached. "Felix is just amusing himself. You know how he gets when he finds a new pet. He likes to see how much stress the structure can take before it collapses."

The words cut through Y/N, a cold reminder of the reality she was playing with. To them, she was an entertainment piece. A psychological experiment. Her chest tightened with a sudden, painful spike of genuine fear. What if she miscalculated? What if Felix realized she was playing along and decided to crush her completely?

"Is that what he told you, Hyunjin?" Y/N stopped, turning to face them. Her voice was steady, but she allowed a flicker of fragile, defensive anger to show on her face—the exact reaction they expected from a cornered scholarship student.

Hyunjin’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, surprised that she had actually spoken to him. Before he could answer, a shadow fell over the hallway. "I don't remember giving either of you permission to speak to my classmate."

Felix appeared from the intersecting hallway. The bright, sunny smile he usually wore for the faculty was entirely absent. He walked with a slow, deliberate grace, his hands shoved carelessly into his uniform pockets. But the tension in his jaw was palpable.

Han instantly held up his hands, his smirk widening into a nervous grin. "Just making conversation, Lix. No offense intended."

Felix didn't look at Han. His eyes were locked entirely on Y/N, tracking the subtle rise and fall of her chest, checking for the fear he so deeply craved to control. He stepped into her personal space, effectively cutting off Hyunjin and Han from her field of vision.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Felix asked, his voice dropping into that smooth, deceptive sweetness. He reached out, his long fingers gently adjusting the collar of her uniform shirt. The touch was agonizingly slow, a public display of ownership that made the surrounding students go completely silent. "You look pale. Did they upset you?"

Y/N felt Hyunjin’s sharp gaze burning into her side. She knew what Felix was doing. He was using his friends to terrify her, only to step in as her savior once again. It was a vicious, repeating cycle.

She swallowed hard, letting her eyelids flutter down briefly as if his touch was the only thing keeping her grounded. "I'm fine, Felix. Just... tired."

"Good," Felix murmured, his thumb brushing against her jawline before he dropped his hand. "Come. We have seminar."

As they walked away, Y/N caught sight of Han and Hyunjin exchanging a long, uneasy glance. Felix’s possessiveness was becoming too loud, too erratic. He was breaking his own rule of keeping his games invisible.

The advanced seminar room was empty when they arrived, the professor not yet present. Felix walked to the back row, pulling out a chair for Y/N with mock chivalry.

The moment she sat down, Felix didn't take his own seat. Instead, he leaned over her desk, placing his hands on either side of her books, trapping her between his arms. The proximity was overwhelming. The scent of his woodsy cologne filled her senses, and the absolute darkness in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat.

"You didn't answer my text this morning," Felix whispered, his deep voice vibrating in the quiet room. He leaned closer, until his lips were inches from her ear. "I don't like being ignored, Y/N. It makes me think you're forgetting who keeps you safe in this school."

A wave of heartbreak, sharp and heavy, hit Y/N’s chest. It was exhausting to constantly face this monster, to know that the boy who looked so beautiful was utterly hollow inside, driven only by the need to dominate her mind. For a second, the urge to just burst into tears and beg him to leave her alone was almost overpowering. The sheer psychological pressure was suffocating.

But she forced herself to breathe through the pain. She remembered the look on his face on the terrace when she had turned his jealousy against him.

He’s insecure, she realized, looking closely at the tiny, frantic twitch in his pupils. He’s terrified that his grip is loosening because of what Chan and Seungmin said.

Y/N didn't pull back. Instead, she slowly raised her eyes to meet his, letting a single, genuine tear slip down her cheek. She didn't wipe it away. She let him see it.

"My phone battery died, Felix," she lied softly, her voice carrying a profound, heavy sadness that wasn't entirely fake. She reached up, her small hand gently covering his left hand on the desk. She felt his fingers twitch in surprise at her touch. "I wasn't ignoring you. I was... I was actually thinking about what you said at the gala."

Felix’s breath hitched. His eyes narrowed, his gaze dropping to her hand over his. "What about it?"

"You said... you decided I was yours the moment you met me," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with a delicate, heartbreaking vulnerability. She squeezed his hand just a little tighter, looking up at him as if he were her entire world. "Everyone else here looks at me like I’m dirt. Hyunjin, Han... even the teachers. You're the only one who looks at me like I exist. If I lose you, Felix... I don't have anyone else. That's why I was scared."

The silence in the room became absolute.

Felix stared at her, his entire body freezing. The toxic, smug satisfaction he usually felt when she cried didn't come. Instead, hearing her articulate her complete dependence on him—not out of fear of his threats, but out of a desperate need for him—sent a completely different, terrifying thrill through his soul.

He wasn't just the puppet master anymore. She was handing him her heart, and for the first time, Felix felt the heavy, suffocating weight of holding something fragile. He hadn't just broken her; he had made himself her absolute center. And the realization made his own chest ache with an unfamiliar, dizzying intensity.

Slowly, almost unconsciously, Felix turned his hand over beneath hers, his large fingers intertwining with hers, gripping them with a force that was almost painful.

"You won't lose me," Felix breathed, his voice dropping into a rough, uncalculated whisper. He leaned in so close his forehead almost touched hers, his eyes wide and consumed by a desperate, swirling emotion. "I won't let anyone else have you. I told you that. You're mine."

The door to the seminar room clicked open, and the professor walked in, followed by a handful of students.

Felix instantly pulled his hand back, straightening up and slipping into his perfect, polite posture before anyone could notice. He took his seat beside her, his face a calm, unreadable mask.

But under the desk, out of sight of the entire world, Felix’s hand remained tightly clenched into a fist, his knuckles white.

Y/N opened her notebook, her eyes fixed on the chalkboard. Her heart was beating violently against her ribs from the adrenaline, but as she sneaked a glance at Felix’s tense, rigid posture, a cold, quiet triumph washed over her.

➛ This is my first time making head canons so please be patient w/ me !

lee felix headcanons

➛ calls you his genie because you made all of his wishes come true

➛ if you're shorter than him, would definitely tease you about it from time to time

➛ but would stop if it made you uncomfortable

➛ no joke, loves it when you play with his hair

➛ you two would fall asleep on each other's shoulders a lot and the rest of skz would take pictures of you two

➛ 100% okay with pda. in his mind, if you're comfy with it, he's comfy with it

➛ would use his deep voice to make you feel flustered and not feel bad about it

➛ expect nose kisses and back hugs, it's a guarantee

Summary: spending free moments with your bf while it rains outside

Warnings: none. Absolute fluff

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The soft patter of rain on the roof was a sweet humming in the background of your apartment. The little bit of sun poked through your curtains with all it's might as the afternoon heat began to die down. You had settled inside for the day as the storm blew over, leaving small trails of it's presence behind.

Beside you was Felix, tapping away at his computer to quickly complete the mission he was on. The clicking of the mouse followed in suit to most of his movements. Little sounds escapes his mouth as he sits on the edge of his gaming chair, eyes concentrating intently on the screen.

Sometimes you would glance up from your project to watch the intense moments, waiting to see if he failed or succeeded. If he lost, you would giggle and throw a joke his way. When he won, he would have a proud smirk across his lips as he stuck his tongue out. Regardless of the outcome, you interacted with each other occasionally and it settled a comforting mood.

When your project was finished, you cleaned it all and put it away for a new task. Deciding you wished to stay beside Felix anyway, you grabbed out a few nail polish colors and items to decorate with. A red, white, black and peach polish was perfect to make a Mario Mushroom nail art. Seeing as you had previously convinced your boyfriend he wouldn't be able to beat your old record on Mario, you believed game nails would be fitting.

"You have it easy," you comment, not looking his way as you swiped the white brush over a nail. "I had to play on a physical console to beat that level. Computer games are simplified."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smile. "Easier? I highly doubt it. What did you play it on, the WII?"

"I'll have you know I was the master of the WII growing up. Game Cube too," you defended.

Felix came to a pause on the game, using the chance to swivel the chair around to face you. "A Game Cube? Really? Do you know how many years ago that was?"

You shrugged. "You can't beat old systems, babe. Retro is gold."

You both continued to tease back and forth before going into comfortable silence again. A couple more strokes of the nail brushes before you brought them to your lips, blowing gently to speed up the drying process. Your eyes would drift to his screen to check his progress, smiling softly to yourself as you took in this moment.

The rain gave you an excuse to stay inside and enjoy time together. It was rare the both of you had time to even spare, so you had to soak in each moment when you could. Felix was given a break after his North American tour, but most of it you were unable to spend with him. Your life never seemed to match up with his.

After delicately taking a dotting tool to dot the black eyes on your middle finger, you proudly proclaimed, "there!"

Felix pulls his headset completely off when he heard you speak again. "Lemme see!"

You stood up, nails high in the air to keep them from touching anything accidentally. Hands fanned out, you watch as he reached to delicately hold your hands by the back, careful of the wet polish. "They are mushrooms!"

He laughs when he recognizes the design. "These look amazing, darling. You did a good job." Taking your arms, he gently places them over his shoulder as he sits back in his seat. He then guides you by your waist to sit on his lap, wrapping both arms around you.

You cross your hands behind him, nails still pointed upwards. "I think they turned out pretty well," you say smugly.

Felix smiles brightly, eyes glimmering with adoration. "Wouldn't have expected any less from my love," he whispers softly. He exaggeratedly puckers his lips, creating a light clicking sound. "Gimme kiss."

You shook your head defiantly. "No. I don't kiss losers. You still haven't passed this level."

His brows furrow and he continues to move his lips expectantly. "Gimme kiss!" He urges, pulling you closer.

"No!" You giggle, trying to pull back as you came closer to his face. "No kiss!"

"Gimme!" He yells, matching your energy, eyes lightened and happy.

You caved, immediately placing your lips upon his in a quick peck. "There."

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, muslim!reader, mentions of food, i included mood boards but if you guys think they’re offensive in some way or don’t like them tell me and i’ll remove them!, if i missed anything let me know!

Author’s Note 1: I was supposed to post this 2 weeks ago on Eid, but I decided to wait it out due to certain events at that time. RIP Moonbin❤️

Author’s Note 2: Yes I am well aware Muslims aren’t supposed to date, and I’m also well aware that Muslim people who do date refrain from it during the month of Ramadan. However this is a reaction, an imagine, and that’s exactly what it is– imagining! So don’t come for me for this, thankssss

Author’s Note 3: Eid Mubarak to those celebrating!❤️☪️

Author’s Note 4: I love doing this Muslim!Reader series. Do you guys wanna see a ‘dating a Desi!Reader’ or something like that? Let me know!

mood boards are mine, gifs are not mine