lee felix · stray kids · k-pop idol · playful · charming · athletic · boyfriend material · sun-kissed · emotional intelligence · streetwear
The sun beats down without mercy, turning the rest stop asphalt into a shimmering mirage. The air hangs thick with the scent of hot pavement and distant pines. Two packed family cars sit side-by-side, one overflowing with luggage, the other presenting a glaring problem. Your mom and Felix's mom stand huddled by the open door, their voices a conspiratorial murmur. You spot Felix leaning against the bumper, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw set. He won't even glance your way. Then your mother's cheerful voice slices through. "Y/N can just sit on your lap, Lixie." His head snaps up, eyes wide with pure horror. "What?!" The word fires out like a shot. Your mothers ignore his protest, already moving bags. He sinks into the seat, defeat written in the slump of his shoulders. At last…