#leefelix

pairing: bf! skz x gf! reader⋆˚࿔ genre: doing the "current boyfriend" prank on your boyfriend, fluff, humor, some of the members being gullible asf, cursing, a little bit suggestive ( jisung duh ), seungmin being seungmin..? ⤷ ゛note - thank you so much for all the love and support on my first ot8 fic!! i really didn't expect it to blow up like that. i've been seeing this trend around tt and decided to use it as a prompt for the skz members! pls lmk what u think! ˎˊ˗

Bang chan

Stray Kids as Dads/ Husbands

Your children needs to do a project and this is how the members would react! (In my opinion)

As always, requests are open! ^^

Bangchan

“Stop tracing out of the lines, it looks messy” Chan sighed as your daughter, Lilith, messed up the square for the third time.

“But daddd, tracing is so hard. I hate tracing” she huffed, cheeks puffing as she crossed her arms together. Your children needed to make a poster about recycling, and Chan decided to help out since he knew Lilith isn’t that patient with things like this.

You were in the living room, helping your son Arul with his science project. It got to a point where he spilled liquid glue everywhere and you had to go bathe him.

Moments later, you came back to the living room where your husband was and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Chan was fussing over the marker while Lilith slept on his back.

“Hey baby” you say, biting back a smile.

“Oh god, you’re finally here” he pouts as he tries to move closer to you. “Help me put her to bed?” He asked softly.

You smile and nod, walking over and gently placing your daughter in your arms. “Arul is drying his hair, he should be done soon” you say softly, walking upstairs to Lilith’s bedroom. Chan followed you upstairs, placing a hand on your shoulder. Once you settled Lilith on the bed, Chan nuzzled into your shoulder.

“My arms are so sore darling” he sighed as he stuffed his head in your neck. “Want a massage?” You asked gently, patting his head. He nodded in agreement and you led him to the shared bedroom, gently placing him down on the bed and massaging his shoulders.

He gently moaned in satisfaction, silently thanking you.

“You’re amazing baby.. thank you” he smiles as you press a certain spot. “Of course darling” you smile back, giving him a soft kiss before proceeding to his arms.

“Mamaaaaa, I need help” Arul said, stomping into your bedroom while holding his half done science project. You sigh, giving Chan a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away and helping your son.

You felt a weight on your back. Chan was wrapping his arms around your neck from behind, gently holding you and kissing your cheeks and neck while you stuck some pieces of cardboard together.

“It tickles baby” you giggle as he kisses your neck.

“Good” he whispered before pecking more kisses to you.

“Daddddd, help” Lilith called, suddenly awake.

“Someone save me” Chan sighed as he grabbed another marker.

Lee Know

“The plus sign does not have a circle on it you pabo” your husband scolded as your son Doyun and Juri worked on their math project.

“So how do you draw it?!!” They shout in unison as Lee know places a hand on his forehead.

“Boys, don’t talk to your dad like that” you scolded gently as Lee know gave you a soft look of appreciation.

“Appa, is it like this?” Juri asked shyly, holding up a plus sign that he messily wrote.

Lee know sighed in relief, patting his head. “Yes son, you got it” he smiled softly while Doyun pouted in the back.

“Doyun, do you get it now?” You say softly, making sure that he doesn’t feel looked down on.

“Yes umma..” he said with a small pout. You chuckle and pat his head. “See? Our Doyun is just as smart” you smile as he giggles.

“Ok, what now?” Lee know asked, looking at the project.

“We need to makeup questions for our classmates to answer” Juri said.

“Ok, what do we got” your husband responded.

“Uhm… if Johnny had a trillion fish oil, how much more would he need to have a gazillion” Doyun stated.

“Darling, do you even know how much zeros are in a trillion?” You asked softly, tilting your head as your husband laughed in the back.

“Uhm… like.. more than 1?” He said cheekily.

“Pick simpler numbers” your husband said, picking up a pencil and writing down numbers for your children to pick.

“Why doesn’t a gazillion work?” Doyun pouted.

“Because it doesn’t you pabo” he sighed, flicking his forehead.

You gently smacked his arm as he winced in protest.

“Don’t call our son pabo you pabo” you scold gently.

“Heyyy but you just called me a pabo” he pouts, rubbing his arm before smirking.

“You love this pabo, don’t you” he winks as you shove his face away.

“Cheesy” you giggle as he kisses you.

“Love you” he whispers before kissing you again.

“Love you too” you smile, kissing him back.

Changbin

“I do NOT look like a chicken nugget” Changbin protested as your daughters showed you both their family portrait sketch.

Your daughters had to draw their family as a project. You were a stick man with a big purse and red lips with high heels. Changbin was a chicken nugget with eyes.

“Thats hilarious” you laugh, looking at the drawing. He pouted. “Baby.. you’re supposed to be on my side” he whines, nuzzling into your neck.

“Sorry jagi~ it’s so cute though” you smile, taking a picture of the drawing.

“We drew Appa as a nugget because he’s short and eats chicken” your daughter blurted out.

“OI, I have muscle ok? And I eat chicken breasts, nuggets aren’t healthy for you” he said as a matter of factly.

“You’re the cutest nugget” you giggle as you cup his cheek, tilting his face upwards and kissing him.

He softens up at the kiss and whined a bit when you pulled away.

“Am not” he said before kissing you again.

Hyunjin

“Here, you draw the eyes like this” your husband’s voice echoed in the bedroom as you stepped in.

Hyunjin was holding your son’s hands, guiding him as he drew an eye on your shared bed.

“Hey baby” you say softly, walking in the bedroom and sitting on the bed next to them.

“Hey gorgeous” he smirks a bit before kissing you softly. “I’m teaching our Hajun on how to draw” he says.

Your son grins and shows you the paper. “Omma, isn’t it pretty?” He smiles.

“Very pretty, what’s it for?” You smile back, patting his head softly.

“He needs to draw eyes for his art project” Hyunjin explained, trying to nuzzle into your arm.

“Ah, makes sense. Your appa helped me too when we were in highschool” you smile as you tell your son the iconic story on “how I met your father”.

Once you were done talking, Hajun was fast asleep on your lap.

“Works every time” you smile, wrapping him in a blanket.

“Hm. You always tell the story word for word” Hyunjin smiles, pulling you close and kissing you.

“I would never forget it. It’s our love story after all.” You smile back, kissing him sweetly.

“You’re the prettiest art abstract ever made baby” he whispered, kissing you again.

Han Jisung

“Pick a pitch- no darling your off pitch” your husband said, sighing as he directed your daughter in the studio.

Nari, your daughter, had a music project to do. She had to make her own song and Han was really eager to help.

Now you guys are in the JYP studio, watching as your husband fussed over your daughter.

“That’s flat sweetheart” he said as your daughter sang off pitch once more.

“Singing is hard Appa..” she pouts, removing her headphones.

“I know sweet, I know. We can take our time” he said, stepping in the recording room and holding her hands comfortingly. Your eyes soften at the sight, heart swelling.

After a while, your daughter finally mastered her lines. Now she’s sound asleep on the couch, leaving you and Han alone.

“I’m so glad I married you.. Han” you say softly, looking at him with loving eyes. His eyes widen, a bit off guard and blushed a bit.

“That was really.. unexpected. But I’m honoured” he smiles, pulling you into a long sweet kiss. “I wouldn’t want anyone else either” he smiles before kissing you again.

“Han..” you smile, cupping his cheeks.

“I love you” you smile.

“Love isn’t enough to describe what I feel for you” he whispered before kissing you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

Felix

“You got this sunshine” your husband said, standing next to your two daughters- Lee-Byeol and Lee-Taeyang.

Your daughters had a baking assignment, so obviously Felix decided to teach them how to bake brownies.

“Stir slowly, good job” he smiles as your daughters finished making the batter.

After the brownies baked, it came out to be soft and fluffy. “Have a bite baby” he said, cutting a small slice and feeding it to you.

You much happily as you taste the sweetness in your mouth. “Mm, it’s so good lixie” you smile, taking another bite.

“That’s good, I also saved you some batter. I know you like licking it off the spoon” he said, handing the spoon of batter to you.

“I love you so much for this” you exclaim, kissing him before taking the spoon to your mouth. He blinks once, a bit stunned before chuckling and kissing your cheeks.

“Anything for my sunshine” he smiles as you lick the spoon clean.

“Ewww, you guys are gross” your daughters say in unison, making you guys look at each other and laugh.

“You’ll get it when you grow up” Felix said, pulling you into his chest.

“Your father is right” you add, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Felix hummed in satisfaction and kissed you back.

Seugmin

“Oh my god where is my wife when I need her” Seugmin grumbled, taking a big aggressive sip of water as your sons Kim-woo and Kim-Hajun messes around with paint.

They had to do a poster that spreaded social awareness for the climate change (we’ve all been there) but it just ended up being them messing around with paints.

You were away for a while because you were having a girls day out with your friends, leaving your husband to deal with the chaos.

Once you came back home, you gasped. The children had paint over each other and even painted a bright red clown nose on your husband’s face.

You giggled and snapped a picture of Seugmin before waking him up.

“Darling” you called, shaking him a bit.

“H-huh.. oh you’re back..” he mumbled, pulling you into his arms.

“What happened here?” You asked, taking a look at the children.

“Omma! Appa fell asleep and we gave him a makeover” Kim-woo said proudly. Seugmin tilted his head in confusion before his eyes widened.

“No you did not” he hissed, getting his phone and looking at himself while you giggled.

“Aish-” he got cut off when you smacked his arm.

“No swearing jagi” you cooed as he sighed.

“What did I do to deserve this” he rolled his eyes, resting his head in your shoulder.

“You’re gonna get paint on me” you giggle as he nuzzled more.

“Good” he said bluntly, giving you an aggressive kiss on the cheek.

“You’re such a clown.. literally” you smile, kissing him.

He blushed and kissed you back while your children made gagging sounds in the back.

Jeongin

“Appa helppppp meee” your daughter, Yang-yeonwoo cried as she tugged on his sleeve.

“What’s the matter” he asked gently, bending down.

“I don’t know how to do this” she said, pointing at her empty project paper. She had an English poster to do, talking about prefixes and suffixes.

“Alright.. let’s see.. emm…” he muttered. “Damn… I didn’t even go to school when they taught this” he groaned in his palm.

“Baby” he called out to you, who was lying on bed.

“Coming” you say, stepping into the living room.

“What’s the matter” you asked, seeing your husband frustrated.

“English” he pouted.

After a few hours, you ended up teaching both your daughter and your husband on prefixes and suffixes.

“This is so embarrassing” he groaned, muffling his face into your shoulder.

“It’s ok jagi.. now you know” you smile, kissing him.

He smiled into the kiss and kissed you back.

“Love you” you say

Genre: Romance| Single Dad| Taekwondo Summary: All Chan wanted was a safe place for his daughter to learn and grow. What he didn’t expect was the way one small decision could quietly begin to change everything. Words: 1.5k

Part 2

A/N: I do taekwondo and I found a little kid over there SUPER CUTE so I decided why not write it out loll <33

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Summary; Bangchan was engaged to you, yet he couldn’t fulfil his promise to marry you.. Why? Because you died in the hands of a crazy stay after you guys revealed your relationship to his fans.

Type of oneshot; angst

back to masterlist. part two

I don’t wanna let you go… just yet.

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 1

The Grand Library of Saint Jude’s Academy did not smell of old paper; it smelled of old money. Polished mahogany,heavy velvet drapes that swallowed the afternoon sun, and the low, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock that felt less like a timepiece and more like a countdown.

Y/N kept her eyes fixed on the textbook, her fingertips pressing so hard against the edge of the desk that the skin turned stark white. It was a futile attempt to anchor herself. In this place, Y/N was an anomaly—a scholarship student admitted strictly to fill a socio-economic quota, surrounded by heirs to shipping empires, tech conglomerates, and political dynasties.

And then, there was Lee Felix.

"You’re breathing too loudly, sweetheart."

The voice was a low, honeyed baritone that vibrated right through the wood of the table. It didn’t belong to the angelic face of the boy sitting across from her. Felix looked like something sculpted from porcelain—sharp cheekbones, a dusting of faint freckles across his nose, and blonde hair that caught the dim light like a halo. But his eyes were entirely different.They were dark, calculating, and entirely devoid of the warmth he so effortlessly faked in public.

Y/N didn’t look up. "If my existence inconveniences you, Felix, you’re free to sit at any of the other twenty empty tables."

A soft, melodic chuckle escaped his lips. To anyone passing by, it looked like a sweet, private moment between two close friends. But underneath the table, Felix’s leather-shod shoe lightly tapped against Y/N’s ankle. A subtle, physical reminder of his presence. A claim.

"But I like it here," Felix murmured, leaning forward. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, his gaze tracking the slight tremble in Y/N’s fingers. "And I like helping you. You’d be failing Advanced Macroeconomics without me,remember? Your scholarship requires a perfect GPA. It would be a tragedy if you lost it."

Fear. It was a cold, sharp blade that Felix knew exactly how to twist. He had spent the last three months positioning himself as Y/N’s sole savior in this elite jungle. He was the one who offered notes when Y/N’s locker was mysteriously vandalized. He was the one who sat with her when the other students whispered. Y/N had felt a profound, heartbreaking gratitude toward him—until she realized, weeks later, that Felix was the one who had ordered the vandalism in the first place. He created the fire just so he could play the hero throwing the blanket.

"I’m doing just fine on my own," Y/N lied, her chest tightening. The thought of losing the scholarship, of being sent back to the suffocating financial ruin of her family home, made her stomach churn with genuine terror.

Felix’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Are you? Then why is your heart racing? I can see the pulse in your throat from here."

Before Y/N could retreat, Felix stood up and walked around the table. He didn’t stop until he was standing directly behind Y/N’s chair. The scent of his expensive, woodsy cologne invaded Y/N’s senses, heavy and intoxicating.

Slowly, deliberately, Felix leaned down. His chest brushed against Y/N’s back, a sudden, suffocating wave of physical intimacy that made Y/N freeze entirely. His large, warm hands slid over Y/N’s shoulders, tracing her collarbone with terrifying gentleness. His breath was hot against the shell of Y/N’s ear.

"You’re so fragile, Y/N," he whispered, his deep voice sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. "You think you can survive these wolves without me? Hyunjin thinks you’re a joke. Seungmin is already looking into your family’s debt. If I drop my hand, they will tear you apart."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the sudden prickle of tears. It was heartbreaking how much power he held, how easily he could make her feel entirely safe and utterly ruined all at once. For a split second, the sheer proximity of him—the solid warmth of his body—felt like a sanctuary. It was a sick, addictive trick of the mind. He isolated her until he was the only source of comfort left.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Y/N choked out, the question escaping before she could stop it.

Felix’s hands moved up, his fingers gently tangling into the hair at the base of Y/N’s neck, tilting her head back just enough so he could look down into her eyes. His expression softened into something almost tender, a look of profound,devastating affection that could easily be mistaken for love.

"Because you're the only thing in this school that's real," Felix murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over Y/N’s lower lip. The touch was agonizingly intimate, a spark of electricity in the cold room. "And I want to keep you all to myself."

The heavy oak doors of the library swung open, breaking the spell.

"Felix! There you are."

Hwang Hyunjin strolled into the room, the topmost buttons of his designer school uniform undone, a careless, arrogant smirk on his lips. Beside him was Seo Changbin, looking thoroughly bored.

Felix didn’t flinch. In a fraction of a second, his posture changed. The predatory stillness vanished, replaced by his usual bright, easygoing demeanor. He let go of Y/N smoothly, stepping back with a charming grin.

"Hey, guys," Felix said, his voice instantly shifting to a higher, more casual pitch. "Just helping Y/N with the study guide.She was struggling a bit."

Hyunjin scoffed, walking over and casting a condescending glance at Y/N’s notes. "Why do you waste your time, Lix?She doesn't belong here anyway. Come on, Chan wants us in the lounge. We’re discussing the gala next weekend."

Changbin, however, didn’t look at Felix. His eyes lingered on Y/N, noticing the slight redness in her eyes and the tight,defensive way she was holding her own arms. Changbin stepped forward, pulling a chocolate bar from his pocket and tossing it onto Y/N’s textbook.

"You look like you forgot to eat lunch again," Changbin said, his voice gruff but inherently lacking the malice the others possessed. "Don't study yourself to death."

"Thank you, Changbin," Y/N whispered, genuinely touched by the small gesture.

It was a mistake.

Beside them, Felix’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek. A dark, suffocating wave of jealousy flashed through his eyes, so brief and violent it made Y/N’s breath hitch. Felix hated when his toys looked at anyone else. He hated when anyone else tried to provide the comfort that he was supposed to dictate.

Felix immediately stepped between Changbin and Y/N, blocking the view. He slung an arm around Changbin’s shoulders,his grip deceptively tight. "Yeah, Changbin’s right. Y/N needs a break. Go on ahead, guys. I’ll catch up in a minute."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and turned around, and Changbin followed after a brief, hesitant glance back at Y/N.

Once the doors clicked shut, the silence in the library returned, heavier this time. Dangerous.

Felix turned around slowly. The bright, friendly idol of Saint Jude’s was gone. His eyes fixed on the chocolate bar sitting on Y/N’s desk. Without a word, he picked it up, walked over to the trash bin near the door, and dropped it inside.

He walked back to the desk, leaning both hands on the surface, looming over Y/N. His eyes were wild, a terrifying mix of possessiveness and cold anger.

"You don't take things from him," Felix said, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly deep register again. "You don't look at him like that. Do you understand me, Y/N?"

Y/N looked from the trash bin back up to Felix. The fear was there, beating loudly in her chest, making her hands shake under the table. But beneath the fear, for the very first time, a strange, cold clarity washed over her.

She looked at Felix’s face—at the slight tension in his shoulders, the hyper-fixation in his gaze, the desperate need for absolute control.

He’s angry, Y/N thought, a quiet realization dawning in her mind. He’s genuinely affected. He isn't just playing a game... he cares about the outcome. He needs me to look at him.

For months, Y/N had been the victim, completely powerless, reacting exactly how Felix wanted her to. But looking at him now, consumed by a petty spark of jealousy, Y/N realized something crucial: the master architect had a flaw. He was addicted to his own control. And if he was addicted, he could be manipulated.

Y/N swallowed her terror, forcing her heart rate to steady. She didn't shrink away this time. Instead, she leaned slightly forward, meeting his dark gaze head-on.

"I understand, Felix," Y/N said softly, keeping her voice perfectly compliant, perfectly submissive. She even managed a small, fragile smile—the exact kind of helpless reaction Felix thrived on. "I only need you. I know that."

Felix stared at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to detect a trap. But Y/N’s expression was flawless. Slowly, the tension in his shoulders relaxed, a smug, satisfied smirk bleeding back onto his porcelain face. He believed he had won.He believed he had broken her just a little bit more.

"Good," Felix whispered, reaching out to pat Y/N’s cheek affectionately. "Smart classmate."

He turned on his heel and walked out of the library, completely unaware that the board had just shifted.

Y/N sat alone in the quiet room, looking down at her textbook. Her hands were still trembling from the adrenaline, but the paralyzing fear was gone. The game wasn't over. It was just changing shape. And Felix had no idea that he had just handed Y/N the first pawn.