~•Bedtime Stories•Felix x Skz•~

6♡Scary

When little Felix wanted to visit Chan, who was filming his music video for Railway, he didn't mean wanting to see his hyung in the most scary make up he could imagine.

Chan had always looked good no matter what make up or contacts, and Felix bever actually felt scared or intimidated by it, knowing it was his hyungie and not someone else.

When he saw Chan with one white eye and blood dripping down his mouth though-which was actually jam, but no one could really convince the little-he did not want to see his hyung anymore.

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"Cut! We're taking a break, everyone gather in half an hour again." The director said, dismissing Chan from his previous spot, which the man had of course done perfectly. Chan went to seek some shadow under the white tent put up a bit further and drank water, seeing one of the staff members jog towards him.

"Felix and Minho are here to see you for a bit." The woman smiled, pointing at the two males a bit further, walking into the bigger field.

"Thank you." Chan bowed, before waving a hand at the two. "There's my boy!" He giggled, watching Felix's excited smile-already noticing the slightly weirder behavior which meant the boy was little.

Felix turned to Minho to ask something, which the older nodded at, letting go of his hand. Felix smiled even wider-if that was possible-running over to Chan. The older opened his arms for the boy but tilted his head in confusion when Felix suddenly stopped abruptly, his smile fading with each second passing.

The boy slipped his pointer finger to his mouth and curled it around his bottom lip, turning back around to run to Minho. He shook his head against the male's shoulder and tightly held his shirt, a small whine leaving his lips.

"What's wrong, Lixie? Why won't you go to daddy and give him a hug, hm?" Minho asked, shrugging his shoulders at Chan to make clear he as well didn't understand the problem.

"Daddy's scary... Don't wanna go to daddy no more." Felix whimpered, clutching Minho's shirt even harder. The older sighed and picked the boy up, carrying him a bit closer to where Chan was standing.

"Daddy isn't scary, Lixie, it's all just make up. It's not real." Minho smiled, rubbing Felix's back. The boy once again shook his head and held onto the older's neck, not wanting to let go.

"Why don't we take a closer look to daddy, hm? You'll see it's just make up." The man said, carrying Felix until they also stood underneath the tent. Chan frowned a bit and tickled Felix's side, not exactly knowing what the problem was.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why don't you want to see daddy?" Chan asked, a bit hurt at his baby turning down his hug. "Daddy scary. Don like it." Felix mumbled, shaking his head. Minho sighed a bit with a smile and pulled away, turning to the side a bit so Felix could see Chan again.

The boy sat up in Minho's arms and looked at Chan, who gave him a warm smile, though the oldest could already see his bottom lip wobble, a soft sob leaving his lips. He hid again in Minho's neck and shook his head, gripping the man's biceps to not let go.

"Wanna go 'way..." He cried out, squeezing his eyes close to not have to look at anything but black in front of it. Minho leaned his head against the boy and rubbed his back, gently swinging his hips to rock him in his arms. "Why don't you give daddy a hug before we go, Lixie? Promise it's not bad, it's all just make up. Daddy will show you how good his hugs are, hm?" Minho asked, hearing the boy's frantic cries slow down, his head peeking up as if he thought about the offer. He nodded his head and hiccuped a few more times before wiping away his tears, again getting turned by Minho. Once the little saw Chan's eyes again though, he shook his head, leaning back down against the dancer's shoulder.

"Don wanna..." He cried out, his sobs muffled by Minho's shirt again. Chan couldn't help but smile at the boy in misery, knowing he didn't know better, though he did feel bad for scaring his favorite kid like that.

"It's okay, love. Daddy will come home in a few hours, and he won't be scary anymore. Can Lixie then give daddy a hug?" Chan asked, brushing his fingers through the little's hair. Felix nodded and sniffled, holding onto Minho as they then left, starting to walk back to the parking lot. As Chan smiled once they were far enough to not notice the details on his face and hide his contact a bit, he waved at Felix, who peeked up and gave a small wave back. They kept looking at each other until Minho helped him in the car, starting to head back to their dorms.

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When Chan came back from filming, the first thing he did was making sure Felix was okay. He went to the boy's room and found it empty, going to Minho's instead to see if they were cuddled up there, though in neither of their rooms he found the boy. He went to his own room, figuring Felix always liked it more, and smiled fondly at the boy playing on the ground, opening the door further to get in.

"Hi, baby." He smiled, seeing the boy's head shoot up with a whimper, though relax again as he saw Chan's bare face. "Can I get my hug now?" The oldest joked, earning a hesitate nod from the little. Chan bent down and went to pick the boy up, who first inspected his face for a bit, but then realized his daddy was back to normal. He hugged the man tightly and breath out a relieved sigh.

"Daddy no scary no more... Is too scary." Felix mumbled, shaking his head. Chan chuckled and nodded, brushing his fingers through the male's hair as he pecked his cheek. "Daddy won't be scary anymore, love. Promise. Have you eaten diner yet?"

"Not yet, mama Minnie is cooking." Felix mumbled, leaning his head down on Chan's shoulder. The oldest carried the boy outside his room and got downstairs, sitting down in the couch with the boy in his lap.

"Minnie, look! Daddy no scary no more!" Felix yelled, seeing Minho's head peek over the counter to smile at the boy. "See, I told you! You should always believe your mama Minnie, huh?" Minho teased, getting a happy nod from Felix. The boy cuddled up to Chan and smiled contently now his daddy was back to normal, watching whatever he had put on the tv.