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Cat Hybrids were known to be laid back, silent and life long companions. Many people, when going to the adoption center, would choose hybrids according to the advertised assessment of hybrids. Dog hybrids were over excitable, cat hybrids were laid back and snappy, wolf hybrids were territorial and bite-y, fox hybrids were loud and cunning.
It was a long list of too many stereotypes that were semi-true. Truth of the fact is that, just like humans and just like the gross over assumptions of certain races and the stereotypes that are attached, the same was true for hybrids. Sure, most of the time there was some form of twisted truth to the stereotype in small amounts but it was also ultimately not true.
The same way that Humans had their own identities, most hybrids did as well. You never saw anyone playing down a person's identity that obviously and yet just because hybrids weren't the majority, no one cared.
Felix was in an adoption center for four years, moving from one house to another, between students, to families, to lonely people. He always relaxed, shouted a decibel too loud or jumped too high in excitement and suddenly eyes were strangely looking at him. Soon after, he would be back in the system, back in a cage beside a wolf hybrid curling up into his fur.
Chan was his only life-line, his brother and also…
"What did I do wrong!" The tiny kitten buried himself closer into the wolf's fur. The gray fur being the most only thing that could truly envelope him with warmth and love, a feeling that could only be elicited at that moment by that hybrid. Chan, like Felix, was an irregular. A hybrid who was possessive but not in the way that people expected but rather he would be clingy, whine and keen, completely unlike what people assumed of them being strong and all growly and scary.
"Humans are horrible Lix-ah," Chan licked his fur as Felix sniffled and huffed, he knew that he was right but he wished sometimes that it was otherwise.
Then, two weeks after that Chan got adopted. A muscular man who had stood in front of their cage and talked to the two of them, had Chan growling when he tried touching them. A man that looked surprised but took Chan.
Felix whined the first few nights before the dog next door whispered to him that it would be fine. He was right, realistically, Chan will be returned just like Felix always does after the first few weeks pass.
And the weeks passed. And he did not.
Chan never came back, neither did Felix stick around to see, a month was already too long and he hated it, he hated it the quite of the cage, he hated the lack of warmth, the bone deep cold that penetrated his skin and made a home there. So Felix snuck out one night, fully in his cat form, a dainty white cat, and sniffed around until he was shivering, hoping to pick up Chan's scent. When he did, he was ecstatic to have caught it as he perked up.
Did he spend two weeks? Yes, but did he find a lead? Also yes!
So Felix followed the scent, trotted into a back yard before freezing in his strides. His breath caught and fur stood on end. Through the glass panels he can see Chan standing up, tail swishing from side to side and ears flat on his ears to allow the human to pet him.
A rush of pain and betrayal ran through the younger's chest. He didn't want to say that Chan didn't deserve this because he most certainly did, but perhaps Felix wanted to be selfish in that sense, why could one of them find a nice person and a good home and not the other, he thought they were supposed to be together. In pain and in pleasure.
Felix let out a small meow of frustration as his body flattened to the ground, eyes stuck on the men inside the house. Before Felix could realize a larger, orange cat approached him. Stance relaxed but at the moment, the whirlwind that was his head didn't believe in that at all.
He hissed, scratching the cat and running, as far as he can away from this house and away from the shelter, away from everybody. Felix had always thought maybe he would find a nice owner and a gentle hand one day.
Between himself and Chan, he was the one who had unrealistic expectations, he could go on for days and days about having an owner that would smile and pet him, one that would laugh or enable him when he was hyper, when Felix was loud. An owner who loved him. Chan was more of the thought that he didn't want an owner. He wanted a companion and a person to walk beside.
Yet in a twisted turn of events, Felix was walking the streets, his white mane matted and dirty from the fights and the scavenging for food. He didn't wish this on Chan, never he wouldn't wish this on the meanest hybrids in the shelter. But he just wanted to be loved, was that so wrong of him?
Cold nights passed where he would cry near houses hoping someone would have a warm house to at least sleep by the door. Every night Felix was losing hope that anyone would love him let alone ever want him as a companion.
The difficulty of his street life only increased when one day a man walking around a neighborhood with cat food spotted him. The man had feline-like features, so much so that Felix thought he might be a half-hybrid who didn't inherit the ears and tails. The man periodically stopped when he saw a group of cats and placed food on the ground, enough for an entire pack.
"Oh dear, who threw out a kitty," the man worried with his eyes on Felix on top of a fence. The white cat bristled and hissed hard attempting to make himself bigger.
Kitty? Felix was twenty four years old he was not a kitty! He was well into his Cat years, this human knows nothing.
Felix growled before backing away and running.
He assumed that as long as he never visited that neighborhood again he would be free of that man but it was almost like the human followed him. Every other day he was spotted somewhere new with cat food and feeding cats of the area.
Once he left Felix would hiss and growl his way into the circle of cats and attempt to steal a bite. However the few times he attempted this the other cats tried biting him or pinned him with a growl, Felix's only out being a whimpering whine before trying to run again.
"Kitty, do you want some?" The man asked at some point during their meetings, Felix only grew more suspicious. The human would put a small can away from the other cats and close to him -as close as Felix would allow- and leave. Usually Felix would get one bite in before one of the other cats would bully him away.
"I saw what happened a few days ago, the cats took it away from you. I can stay with you if you'd like. Wait for you to finish?" His voice was so gentle and so loving Felix wanted to hate it every time he heard him. What made this man different? Who is to say he wouldn't grimace when Felix was being hyper or slap him into silence? This man was no different and Felix refused to believe other wise.
This was their routine for months. If Felix was somehow around at the same time the Human was feeding the street cats then he would set a specific can close to Felix and step back, enough to be a barrier between Felix and the Cats but far enough that Felix would be able to run if he saw the need to. Felix would get a few bites in before feeling nauseous and going to his area on a fence where he could go to sleep.
"You should eat more Kit, I barely see you eat and I can see your bones," Human spoke up after months of their arrangement. Felix couldn't though, the other cats would hate him and is it not enough that Felix was intruding on their food and the person that helped them just because he ran away from an institute that would be feeding him daily?
Felix let out a weak whine before burying his head into his arms, curling into himself. One day the man will get tired, Felix just needed to wait it out.
Then two more months passed, eight months since Chan was adopted and Felix took to the streets. Felix liked the Human enough to sit closer during their little moments. Felix began looking for the human during the noon when he knew he would be out distributing food. The human never left though, he was pretty adamant that Felix was worth all those small cans despite all the other cats receiving dry food from the container he carried with him.
"Kit!" The human gasped. Felix didn't want to open his eyes, he didn't want to hear anyone today, he was going to rest and that was final. He could hear the man droning about something but he was just so tired.
The night had been rough, chased away by two cats, one of which got a hold of him and bit his hind legs causing it to bleed and ooze pus. A dog hybrid had seen him taking shelter in their yard and barked so loud Felix had gotten a heart attack from seeing him and his sharp canines. Not to mention the amount of cars that he had to evade. He just wanted to sleep. Didn't care about the food or anything of that matter.
"Kit, please, come on baby," his white fur was matted as he whined in response. He felt something grow closer, an unsettling feeling of something new. "Can you get closer? come here Kit," the nickname became personal, synonymous to his own name at this point, he hated it at first but learned to grow fond of it.
Felix opened his eyes slowly and registered that the human had climbed the rocky wall and was sitting to take a breath. His sharp eyes flitted to the Human's, it was shaky, he can almost smell the fear as the man looks down and swallows hard before looking up and taking a deep breath.
The young hybrid saw the hand coming up to hold him but he couldn't care at that moment, quite the opposite, he yearned for the warm embrace of living being. The brunette was gentle, holding him beneath his arms and carefully holding him to his chest and keeping his posture stable as to not aggravate the wound.
"You're a good kitty, aren't you? It's okay," he shushed softly, his voice -Felix noted not for the first time- was angelic in a way Felix only ever thought with Chan. The kitten couldn't help but whine in a broken high pitched meow. The human immediately cooing gently and whispering reassurances.
Felix wasn't sure when but at some point he realized that they long left the wall and instead he felt wind blowing between his fur. He also wasn't sure at what point he began purring with the human's continuous cooing and reassurances.
"Hello! I know you guys are about to close I'm sorry but I found this cat and he's so badly starched up," The human's voice frantic voice cut through the fog in Felix's head, "Please is there-"
"Sir, please take a breath, what's your name and where did you find this kitten," there it was again. Kitten. Felix yowled at it, not liking the nickname when it didn't come from his human.
"Lee Minho, I often bring street cats here if they need help, Dr.Kim usually helps!" Minho. Felix wished he spoke to be able to feel the name on his tongue, test out how it sounds. Footsteps got louder and before Felix could register it he smelled a dog hybrid. His senses tensed as he attempted to wake up and hiss, instead it came out weak, almost pathetic.
"Sh, it's okay baby, it will be alright, Minnie will help okay, I am right here," Felix wanted to whine, to protest, to yowl, but he was hurting too much and on the verge of sobbing had he been in his human form, instead he flexed his nails, holding on to Minho's clothes. "No, baby, Kit, it's okay, I promise," Felix had never heard a human begging so desperately, sound so broken.
For him?
"Hyung, it's alright, you can come into the room with us."
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Felix didn't know how long he was out much less how he was. He awoke in buzzed out pain. It felt weird, he knew that his hind leg still hurt but somewhere in his brain it didn't hurt in the same clarity it had before passing out.
"Hey, Kit, you awake?" the angelic voice called as he fluttered his eyes open and looked up. The same human who'd fed him and saved him for so many months was in a sanitized white room. "Seungmin really is a miracle worker," Minho chuckled as Felix softly meowed at the pretty sight.
"Yeah I know, you're just so tired and hungry," He cooed gently as he stroked his head with the softest hands ever, Felix couldn't help but nuzzle in closer to his hand. "Oh, you're just a sweetheart aren't you? All that growling and hissing before just for you to be so gentle, Kit?"
"Hyung, if he's awake you can take him home with all these meds," the doctor entered again and with it return the dog-… no. Not dog. Puppy Hybrid? Felix's eyes flitted over to the vet who smiled as his ears moved unconsciously and his tail swished in excitement.
"Pup, he isn't your friend, don't jump on him," Minho teases as the Vet pouts and rolls his eyes while moving towards his clip board.
"I am worried about one thing, Hyung," the atmosphere weighed down, something more serious as the hybrid sighed. Felix was only half listening, more in wonder about the fact that a hybrid was a doctor…
"If he's a hybrid, this is all the wrong medicine. I cannot in good conscience send him away with out at least waiting for his blood work to come back," Seungmin narrowed his eyes at the cat. Something was bothering him about his scent.
"He isn't a hybrid, Min-ah, if he was I would have seen him in his human form after all these months. Didn't you and Chan-ah say how bad you get into your animal instincts when you don't switch," Minho asked holding the white furred cat closer as Felix meows softly, as if in reply, to what the two were unsure.
"Just please, Hyung, for me? If you want bring Chan-hyung in here and he would tell you!" Minho bit his lip in thought before nodding and slumping so he's eye level to Felix who preened and limped closer, nuzzling into the human's head.
"If only you could tell us, Kit," Minho mumbles, Felix meows, gently curling himself into a comfortable position near the human's chest as Minho helps keeping him where he was trying to lay.
Felix wondered why the name Chan kept coming up in these people's conversation but he couldn't help let out a high yowl, remembering his wolf, somewhere in his far memory he could tell that something about his memory was wrong. Something felt off as if he should realize something in the room, a scent or a clue.
"You can sleep Kit, but then you have to eat," Minho coos in a whisper.
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"… Seungmin, what the fuck does that mean?" Felix startles himself awake, the surface beneath him was cold as he hisses softly before adjusting to the Vet's table.
"His blood work says he's a hybrid, if what you said is true and he hasn't changed in months then I… I am inclined to believe this is a case of a hybrid abandoning his humanity, I am not sure if he will ever go back to being human or even how that process would be… I can't ask you to take care of him so if you don't want to I will contact a shelt-" Seungmin gets cut off by a loud meow and a growl as the cat puffs his hair up, anything but that. He wanted to beg him, anything but a shelter.
"Fuck that, I will never put him in one of those horrible circumstances, did you see how Chan-ah is? Even if Kit didn't make his distaste obvious, I would take him, I can take care of him," Minho growled with annoyance as the cat limps closer in hopes of hiding in his arms.
"… Ok, yeah, I'll give you the medicine, you might want to figure out his name as well."
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The world was spinning. That was all Felix registered when he came to for the third time. Then he felt a lick on his fur, a soft whine escaping him before closing his eyes again. For a moment relaxing felt right before sleep fizzled off and he jumped up in fear.
Why was he being groomed? Where was he? A loud hiss sounded as he came to face with an orange cat that seemed confused but puffed his hair out to look bigger — not that it was hard, Felix was tiny.
"Hey! Soonie-yah!" Minho's voice shouted as he rushed into the room as he glared at the orange cat. A string of reprimands are voiced but Felix instead cowers in confusion, why was this man protecting him? Isn't that his cat?
"Oh kit, baby, I'm sorry about that, I thought Soonie might behave." Minho chuckled helplessly before crouching and extending his fist for the cat to smell him. Felix tried to calm down as he stalked forward, letting that familiar smell of oak and vanilla flood his senses, going back to the warmth of arms wrapping him closer.
"I brought you home until you get better…" the human trailed off with his words, unsure how to continue as Felix's ears laid flat on his head and made himself smaller, "if you'd like you can stay, I would love to have you around but baby, what's your name?" Minho's voice once again proved to be magical and something from his dreams. A melody that would be forever stuck in his mind.
The cat didn't speak, he didn't morph into a human. Nothing but small and slow blinks before letting a soft meow out. Minho just giggled at the kitten and hummed.
"Right, aren't you the cutest thing," he cooed at the kitten and formed a pout-like expression as if talking to a baby. Felix tilted his head and meowed as the human let out almost a squeal and laughing. "Ugh you're too cute."
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Felix was starting to get confused by this human. By the two week mark, most people would have gotten sick of his hyperactivity. Felix was a runner, most days he would run around the apartment at least ten times — usually humans returned him for that.
"Baby, be careful, you'll hurt yourself," that's another thing, Minho never got an answer for the name so he kept calling him baby, though Felix was beyond confused, he wasn't a child.
Minho was also funny. Kind of hilarious actually. Some days, Felix would wake up to a slightly harder rub on his head, not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt, but just heavier, made him feel it closer as the human would coo and talk to him. Some times he'd laugh and shake his head before saying "you're so cute I could eat you up, Kit."
Felix was confused, he was treated really well but was being threatened?
So he decided to stop being a coward and get down to it.
Minho had left for the day, told Felix he was going to go visit a friend. During that time, Felix went back, transformed to his human form. His legs immediately gave out like a baby dear's as he whined. The sound was different coming from a human…
Felix felt almost choked up at the feeling of skin instead of fur. At being able to see himself in the mirror placed over the entry way. Belatedly he began realizing how exhausting that transformation was, it took a large portion of his energy levels. This was never the case.
Before he allowed himself the chance to think of it, he curled himself on the carpet where the sun was hitting the living room perfectly.
It was a long day, a day filled with small rescues who were injured and the stench of blood. Minho groaned as he saw his door. He promised himself he would stop going to the vet for volunteering after Chan's case but it was impossible to leave that life behind.
Instead Minho entered through his doors and inhaled the coconut candle he often burned; slipping his shoes off Minho smiled and called out to his little Kitten. The best thing to happen to him in a long time. Upon entering the living room, his brows raised at the human with white cat ears on his carpet.
It didn't take a genius to guess who it was.
It equally didn't mean anything to Minho.
Or he tells himself.
His kitten was most definitely not a kitten. A boy should've been as old as he was but instead, in front of him slept a 20 something year old. Full sized human.
The second thing he noted was the ears flicking on top of his head, or more specifically the blond hair. Minho crouched down and softly ran his hand through the blond's hair.
Minho got closer to the man to see a myriad of small beautiful freckles along his cheek and the bridge of his nose.
The human stood himself up, covered his lips and moved to his room. Once he closed the door, a high groan floated through the air. "Fuck, he's so cute," Minho chuckled at his pathetic comment. It didn't matter whether he was cute, not in the grand scheme of things but Minho might have a huge soft spot for cute things.
Minho sighed and rubbed at his face before grabbing his clothes and going back out.
"Hey, baby," he softly called. The hybrid didn't wake up, deep in sleep and relaxed on the floor. Minho called him a bit louder, making sure to keep his distance. He didn't want to startle the boy into hurting himself — that was something that had happened a few too many times after all.
A few seconds later the blond blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the light intensity and the his human standing beside him. Instead of a voice or words the hybrid whined before leaning forward to where Minho stood.
"You want me closer?" He teased as Felix nods quickly, almost worrying Minho with how quickly he shook his head.
Minho sat on the couch and reached a gentle hand to pull him up, the blond was lithe and almost too thin. Minho predicted that had the transformation not been after months under his care the younger would have more prominent malnutrition.
The older slipped his jacket on the blond's shoulder before the Cat Hybrid stares up softly.
"Can you speak?" He whispers as Felix attempts to speak up, his voice coming out deep but scratchy of disuse. "Oh, baby, don't force yourself."
"Fe-…" Felix coughed roughly before squeezing out, "Felix." Minho freezes midway from getting up, looking at the boy before letting out a shaky breath and swallowing hard. The older smiled and nodded but opted to get water first to ease his kitten's throat.
Felix stared at his figure in confusion, did he say something wrong? Why was the human so shocked? Was he disgusted? The hybrid couldn't shake off the scratchy feeling crawling up his skin.
"Felix, here," Minho handed him a cup, but the boy seemed confused — as if the human grew three heads. Minho seemed to realize something before huffing and sitting down beside the Hybrid. "Open up," he instructs gently as the younger complies, he soon realized why when the brunette placed the edge of the glass on his lip and tilted the cup up to allow him to drink the water.
"Good boy, are you feeling okay?" Minho pulled the cup back as Felix nodded his head in slight disorientation. It felt weird to be back in this form. Almost unfamiliar and most definitely an awkward feeling of not being sure how to move his limbs correctly.
"Minho, I'm fine," Felix spoke up, his throat still hurt but he had to let the human know. He wouldn't lose yet another person because he was being overbearing. He refused so, he will be a cat. Exactly what the masses wanted him to be.
"Mhm, it's alright if you aren't," he reminds before pressing the edge of the glass against the blond's lip again, urging him to drink more. "You're just as cute as you were as a cat," Minho thinks out loud, the hybrid jumps at the comment, flushing in embarrassment. That wasn't the usual comment, quite the opposite.
'His voice is so deep…'
'The hair is…'
'What do you mean that is me cat?!'
But Felix got used to it! So ultimately it's fine, it was fine and it would always be fine.
"Your hair is so soft, and your voice is a complete different register, I just know that Seungmin would love you," Felix closes his eyes, not daring for a moment to open them. Seungmin was the doctor, why would he love him? Was he getting experimented on as an abnormal Hybrid? The compliments were real though. They were heavy and in a way completely overwhelming the boy.
"I don't…" Felix began but Minho just pulled him into a side hug before nudging him with a smirk.
"You don't think? I guarantee I know my friends better than you do, but if you're willing to bet on it…" He was so light with it. Not as if Felix possibly insulted his friend but rather almost teasing and… fun? He laughed so easily it made Felix's chest bubble in a craving he long forgot. Security. Love.
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Felix relaxed. He relaxed too much. Shifting whenever he wanted, cuddling up to his human- Minho. That's another bit that he got too comfortable doing. Calling Minho his.
He hated it. He hated this feeling of waiting for another shoe to drop. To be scolded before a sigh came and whispered 'maybe we should've never taken him'.
It was an inevitable part of the process.
He had went through it.
Chris went through it.
Everyone in the system did.
It was an unassuming day. Warm sun, Felix was freshly groomed, Minho had a day off. It was perfect. It was until Felix began feeling the pent up energy.
He shook it off and curled up on Minho's lap. He ignored the jitters that ran through his body and the urge to run and scream and play.
"Lix-ah, your heart is beating fast, are you okay?" Minho laughed petting the top of the kitten's head as the hybrid mewled softly. Minho visibly bit a comment back before scoffing and cupping his small cat head between his palms. "God you're so…" he never finished the sentence instead shaking the cat softly.
A few more silent minutes later the cat couldn't take it any longer and jumped off his lap. Minho let's out an indignant squeak before yelling to be careful.
Instead Felix decided the best way to let all this energy out was to go terrorize poor Soonie. He didn't have anything against him, not really, in fact the cat groomed him often but if Felix decided to do anything else he'd end up with something broken.
Unfortunately for both him and Minho, he couldn't find the cat so he zeroed in on a piece of scrunched up paper on the floor that his human created a few days back and decided that this was his new toy. He played with ball until he accidentally slammed his entire body on the leg of a table by the entry way.
Next moment followed with a loud crash and subsequently loud footsteps. Slippers slapping against the floor, rushing to where he was. Fuck. He broke something. He broke a… he didn't know but now he needed to run. He needed to flee before they hurt him. They always hurt him.
"Felix!! What happened?" Minho called, his tone leaned into… worry? Felix was caught off guard, the words are the same, always asking him but that usually came with an accusatory lilt to the words this-
"Kitty?" The brunette breathed out as he reached his hand out for the kitten to come towards him. Away from the glass, "it's fine, don't worry, this wasn't important. Come on, let's get you out of here." Minho encourages as Felix yowls, cowering to the wall, wishing he could infuse himself with it.
"I won't hurt you, remember? I just want to make sure you are not hurt," Minho reassures, clearly taking a step back, making sure the frightened cat could see him.
It took a few moments of heavy silence but Felix meowed softly before stepping ahead and maneuvering himself through the glass and to Minho. The moment his body reached Minho's he shifted.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Hyung, please, I-" his voice watery, wavering, fearful as his breath kept coming in short bursts.
"Sh, it's okay, I'm not mad-"
"I know! I know I get too excited, I know that this isn't normal for a cat- I, I'm so- so sorry," his sentence was barely intelligible, stumbling over words and tears running down his reddened cheeks.
"Not normal? Baby, there is no set characteristic for how you need to be, who told you this? Besides you're a kitten, of course you're a bit more excitable," Minho explains while softly cupping Felix's face and wiping away the tears. a soft hand that barely ever touched anyone in the way he currently was touching the hybrid. Gentle swipes in order to clear his face, glistening eyes that broke his heart yet activated his protective tendencies.
"I- Everyone always says so!! You're wrong," Felix whines before Minho sighs and shakes his head.
"Yongbokkie," the name the older helped him pick fell out so beautifully from his lips, "when have I lied to you?" He reminds, the blond holds his breath for a moment at the statement before pushing his face closer into the older's shoulder.
"Who told you those things?" Minho poses the question again but this time while in bed with the hybrid who was coming down from the extreme adrenaline rush he had that day.
"Mn?" The younger hums, nibbling on his lips before pursing his lips together, "past owners," His tone final as he get comfortable in the embrace, no chance to expand on that.
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Minho was fucked, in many ways, but currently more so that he couldn't help the fact that he was absolutely infatuated with his Bokkie. Not to say that it would be wrong for human and hybrid, but he felt there was an ethical issue somewhere there.
"You're an idiot," Seungmin rolled his eyes, the older glared, tempted to throw something at him, instead Chan sat beside him and hummed.
"That was one way to put it but he's right, it's fine, besides from my understanding of this entire situation of yours, this Bokkie really likes," He smiles gently, nudging him in a way to tell him to go for it.
"Just because he smells like your friend doesn't give you reason to be nicer to him," Seungmin pouts slightly, it was so soft that you wouldn't see it if you didn't know. It was disgusting in Minho's eyes. These two were too soft for him.
"Don't look at him like that as if you don't look the same when you talk about your kitty," Chan scoffs out while smirking before turning to Seungmin, "and I don't like him just because of that," he corrects.
"I really hope he can be safe," Minho groans out, changing the topic as he looks at his watch in worry. He promised Felix that it was time he walked around in his human form and since it's been two months since they have been doing so together the younger grinned at him and asked him to do it alone.
"He'll be fine," Seungmin reminds, the doctor was following closely with Felix's improvements and he knew that the hybrid was going to be fine. Today was merely a test as well as a meeting with the rest of Minho's friends who were currently picking up food.
Minho felt before he saw Felix, the same pitter patter steps that the younger took, light on his feet. He looked to the entrance jus as the door opened and a blond boy looked left and right in search of his human.
"Lix-ah!" Minho got up, expression softened impossibly as he gazed at the hybrid who caused his step to stutter like a teenage girl with a crush. For Felix, he didn't mind being made a fool though. Felix brightened at seeing him as he ran towards him and tackled him into a hug. A hug that Minho would never let his friend's get but he would burry himself into Felix for a chance at that comfort.
It took a few seconds for the two to separate but upon doing so, Minho held his hand and pulled him to the seats he and his friends were sitting on. Halfway through, Felix froze mid-step, almost falling as Minho didn't realize but held himself back before doing so.
"Ch…annie?" he whispered in confusion before tightening his hold on Minho's hand, it almost hurt as the older winced at the nails digging into his palm. It wasn't normal for Felix to be so physically shocked to lose sense of himself — the boy was unknowingly hissing.
"Lix-ah, hey baby, look at me," Minho whispered, his hands went up to cup his nape. Minho didn't grab, he didn't scuff, no, that would just make it worse for his kitten; especially with his history of abuse. It was a steady hand there to remind him, to ground him back to the reality that was their bubble.
"Hyung?" Felix swallowed, looking up as if they had a height difference, making himself smaller, "You… uh- why is…" Felix tripped up over his words, unsure how exactly to ensure that the older wouldn't misunderstand his words. "Channie…"
"You know him?" He whispers gently, as if ready to hold his hand and lead him right back out if the younger wished it. Felix slowly nodded, his stomach feeling queasy at the prospect of properly meeting and talking to Chan again.
Minho searched the younger's face for something, looking for a sign of fear or anything akin to that. Instead he found longing and hesitation, Felix was clearly conflicted in his feelings to the hybrid who Minho has come to love and adore. However the truth was, if Felix told him he wished to leave then Minho would drop heaven and earth for him.
His Felix, his kitten.
"Will you stay?" Felix took Minho's hands and placed him on his own cheeks before relaxing into it, the brunette gladly held the boy closer.
"Kitten, that's a none question, I will never leave you alone."