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Minho has always had a deep, passionate love for cats, hence the reason why he has three back at home. But when he became a trainee and met Felix, the beautiful, insanely kind, cat hybrid, that he ended up debuting with, he knew he was a goner. The hard exterior he built to protect himself, crumbled around his members who he grew to call his family, but especially around Felix.
He was never a fan of skin ship if he didn’t initiate it, however, he didn’t find himself tensing the first time Felix hugged him or held his hand, no, all he felt was unbridled adoration. He’d let the kitten do whatever he pleases.
Which is exactly how they got here, Felix straddling Minho who’s lying on the couch trying to get a much-needed nap before they have to go on stage. If Felix was just straddling Minho then that would be fine, perfect even if he laid down on top of Minho, enveloping him in heat.
That’s not in Felix’s plans. Not now, anyway. Minho as a panther hybrid knows of the many instincts and little quirks that stuck with most feline hybrids— he even catches himself staring at walls for god knows how long or stalks up on his members, spooking them, even those with the best hearing.
Felix, however, has way more quirks than Minho and is not afraid to indulge in them. One of them so happens to be the urge to knead into anything soft, which is what he’s doing right now. His paws gently kneading into the flesh of Minho's chest. They’re as pliable as dough, Felix’s small hands pressing into different points each time, content purrs escaping his lips.
Felix has shown a preference for the members he kneads into, mainly Chan, Changbin, and Minho. But there are times when he’ll be caught pawing at the other’s thighs, well-built due to their long history of dancing.
The scent and smile of a happy Felix have Minho mimicking his purr, a bit deeper than Felix’s, more predatory. He ignores the looks they get from the stylists flitting around, instead, he focuses one hundred percent on the pretty boy above him. His beautiful, fluffy white tail is wrapped possessively around Minho’s wrist, keeping him in place if he decided he wanted to get up. He doesn’t but the thought of Felix wanting him all to himself stirs something deep in his gut as always.
“Happy, Yongbok-ah?” Minho whispers to not disrupt the calm that Felix has instilled in their little bubble. Felix nods in response. “Good. Anything for our baby.” Felix’s eyes flash a light green and his scent fluctuates, alerting everyone that their kitten is indeed happy. Minho can smell their member’s scents being pushed toward them as well, aiding in Felix’s happiness.
“Safe,” Felix mumbles the first word he has in the past 10 minutes he started kneading into Minho. He feels safe, and despite knowing Felix has felt that way for a long time, Minho is still so incredibly happy that they’re the ones he feels safe with. Felix pauses his kneading. Before Minho can ask why, the younger is shoving his face into Minho’s neck, nuzzling his cute little nose into the crook, effectively coating Minho in his scent. Minho’s unoccupied hand goes to Felix’s waist, steadying him.
When Felix gets into this headspace, he rarely talks, and since they need to be on stage in an hour, Minho realizes he’ll have to bring him out of it soon because it takes a while for him to come back to himself and be more present. Luckily that’s a later thing, twenty minutes at least. For now, Minho will allow his baby to do whatever he wants.
Minho hears the door to the waiting room open. He hears Jisung before he sees him. He assumes Felix smells him before he sees him because though buried in his neck, Minho can feel his nose twitch. “I knew I smelled a pretty kitty. Minho hyung what did you do to our baby?”
Minho scoffs. He cranes his head over the armrest, meeting eyes with an upside-down Jisung who’s looking at him with a big smile.
“I didn’t do anything. He’s fine, I’m sure you could smell it from miles away.”
“That I could,” Jisung says. He looks at Felix situated on Minho. “You smell wonderful, Lixie. is hyung making you that happy?”
Felix pulls his face from Minho’s neck, the warmth he brought to that patch of skin immediately gone. Minho shivers. Felix looks at Jisung, his pupils slit, so now all he’s missing is the whiskers to match his full-animal counterpart. Felix nods aggressively, licking his lips. Jisung doesn’t try to hide the fact that he tracks the movement with his eyes.
Felix’s ears twitch before his attention is back on Minho’s chest, warm hands pressing into his pecs. Deep rumbles escape from his chest once more.
“What a pretty kitten,” Jisung says in his way of purring, a squeaky type of noise. His hand goes to the back of Felix’s head, lacing his fingers within the soft strands, giving him gentle head scratches which he eagerly leans into.
They stay like that for a good few minutes. Minho finally lets his eyes shut, knowing Jisung’s there to keep their lovely kitten occupied.
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Another one of Felix’s more feline attributes is that he likes to bite. It’s something most kittens do, and Felix technically, should’ve grown out of it years ago, but once in a while, he has the urge to bite into something whether it be food or one of his mates.
Felix’s little fangs glint in the light as he smiles before he slips down Changbin’s body to nibble on his exposed belly. It’s cute, really, so much so that everyone lets him do it whenever he pleases, as long as he doesn’t leave marks where they’d be easily viewed by their fans or hard to cover up by the makeup stylists.
Everyone knows that they’re a pack, but they don’t know they’re all romantically involved with each other. Their company prefers they keep that to themselves to not stir up any bad media and not lose fans over something like that. When they have more than two days off, they’ll most likely let Felix at their neck, leaving pretty Felix-shaped bites since they heal quite quickly.
Minho remembers the time he bit Chan so hard it left deep gashes. It took a few months to scar over despite Chan being one of the strongest and healthiest hybrids out of them all. The kitten felt so bad and refused to bite anyone for a good month before his mates took things into their own hands and told him that it was alright to bite them, even if it hurts. Even if it leaves a scar.
Minho watches the two carefully. Since the incident with Chan, it was decided, to make Felix feel better and more comfortable, that whenever he decides to nibble on the members, there is someone to supervise them. This time it just so happens to be Minho. He watches as Changbin pets their kitten’s head as he sucks at a spot on his belly, no doubt leaving a red mark. It’ll look like Changbin got mauled by the time Felix is done with him.
Minutes pass and all that can be heard are small purrs and suckling noises made by Felix.
“Lixie, why don’t you give me a kiss, hm? I haven’t gotten one all day,” Changbin murmurs. It’s low and would be barely heard by someone with normal hearing, but Minho hears it, his black ears swiveling. Changbin pokes at Felix’s cheek, but the kitten doesn’t stop. Minho analyzes Changbin’s features. He’s not in pain, but it’s obvious that he does want a kiss from Felix.
“Yongbok-ah.”
The effect Minho’s warning tone has on Felix is evident as he raises his head and scoots up Changbin’s body to get at his lips. A small whine escapes him when Changbin pulls him closer by the neck, pressing their lips together. The bunny hybrid chuckles against Felix’s lips, a soothing hand rushing down his back. Felix listens to everyone in the pack, but sometimes when he gets too into whatever he’s doing, it’s harder to get him to follow what someone’s telling him to do.
Everything about Felix is pretty, especially the little gasps and whimpers he makes when Changbin does something he likes. His petite frame fits right against Changbin’s, painting such a lovely picture, that Minho wants to capture, so he does. The sound of the camera shutter doesn’t disturb either hybrids, too interested in each other.
The slick kissing noises, whimpers, and grunts between the two slow down before Felix is slipping down a bit so he can rest his head on Changbin’s chest. It’s not long before the cat hybrid is asleep, the soft purrs passing through his parted lips and the soft chattering of Changbin’s teeth the only sounds heard. Minho stands up and walks the short distance between them. His finger gently swipes over the small marks on Changbin’s collarbones.
“Our Lixie did a number on you, bunny,” Minho observes. Changbin winces when Minho goes over a particularly red blemish placed right before Changbin’s neck. One Felix left when he originally started his little journey down Changbin’s body. “Do you want to put some ointment on that?”
Changbin shakes his head, his long, luscious black ears moving with him. “I’ll be okay.”
Minho continues to trace the pretty little teeth marks. A little huff escapes his lips. “We have a little artist on our hands.”
There’s calm only for a few more minutes before the door bursts open and their other mates filter through.
“Come here you little rat!” Jisung yells, and before Minho can say anything, a blur of grey ferret passes by him at an alarming speed, followed by a squeaky squirrel.
“Yah! You idiots” Minho whisper-yells, glaring in the direction the two disappeared in. “Lixie’s sleeping!” It’s a lost cause because he can hear soft whines and Changbin’s equally soft chittering. Minho sighs. It’s going to be a long night.
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“Innie, Innie,” Felix chants, a suspicious smile on his full lips. Jeongin watches the cat hybrid warily from where he sits propped against the mirror, soaking in the coolness of it against his back. He’s sure he’ll leave a sweat stain on the glass but as of right now he couldn’t care less.
“Yes, Lixie hyung?”
Felix is across the room but is slowly making his way toward Jeongin. Despite being a predator hybrid as well, he feels oddly unnerved, as he always does when Felix’s cat-like eyes focus on him. With Minho as well, especially when the two of them team up and hunt Jeongin like their prey.
Their other mates are going about their break normally, Minho helping Seungmin with a part in the choreography, Jisung and Changbin sneaking away to the vending machine down the hall, and Chan and Hyunjin resting on the couch, leaving Felix to stalk over to the youngest.
He doesn’t realize what Felix wants until he’s closer. Felix’s eyes are locked on his thighs which are exposed due to his shorts. Jeongin narrows his eyes, challenging the cat hybrid. He brings his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself.
Felix blinks. He sits right in front of Jeongin, his tail swishing against the floor. Jeongin knows Minho’s going to be on his ass later about that, his white fur’s going to collect unwanted dirt and whatever else is on these floors. Jeongin doesn’t even want to think about what some other idols may get up to in here, despite the floors being cleaned daily.
Silence swirls between them for a good few moments. Felix huffs, defeated only because he knows Jeongin will probably let him at his thighs later. Jeongin, like their other mates, falls for Felix’s cute traps over and over again, sometimes willingly sometimes not. “Can I at least get a kiss? Please?”
Jeongin glances around the studio, looking out for his hyungs, but also for the choreographer, who luckily seemed to have stepped out of the room. He looks back at the blonde.
“Duh,” Jeongin replies, a lazy smile on his lips. He opens his legs up in a v and lets Felix settle himself between them. Felix drapes his legs over him, the warmth and slight weight comforting. Their scents wrap around them like a blanket, peaches and cinnamon mixing perfectly.
Jeongin, admittedly utterly weak and impatient when it comes to the cat hybrid, pulls him closer and their lips are pressed together. He licks at the seam of Felix’s lips, picking up the vanilla chapstick he applied instead of sweat like Jeongin thinks his own lips taste like. Felix, as predicted, opens up with ease, allowing Jeongin to lick inside. Only for a few seconds though because despite wanting to do so much more with the older boy, they are still in a public space where their choreographer could walk in at any time.
He can also feel one of the hyung’s eyes on them. Most likely Hyunjin because it feels like it’s coming from where he and Chan are. He smirks against Felix’s lips, before slipping his fingers into the damaged strands on the back of his head. He gently pulls Felix away from him, but there’s still little to no space left between them.
He giggles when he spots the small pout on Felix’s lips. But then he notices that his lips are slick with spit. Jeongin swallows. He presses one last kiss on Felix’s lips, which was a mistake because Felix tries to chase his lips when he pulls away again.
“More later. When we get home, I promise.”
And more is what they do when they step over the threshold of the dorm. Well, after Minho gently scolds Felix when he sees the dust lingering on his pretty white fur and has him clean it off. Jeongin goes to bed with new marks on his thighs and Felix with a content smile on his lips.