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Felix stood in front of the mirror backstage, staring at his reflection, a growing knot of confusion in his stomach. The soft waves of his newly grown hair cascaded down his shoulders, a subtle frame for his delicate face. For the first time, he saw himself not just as Felix of Stray Kids, but something... different. Something he couldn't quite put into words yet, but had felt stirring inside for a long time.
The makeup artist had just finished touching up his look for the latest photoshoot. Unisex clothing had been the theme, and Felix wore a loose, silky blouse paired with high-waisted trousers that hugged his figure in a way that felt comforting. Not like before when every outfit had been designed to exaggerate masculinity. There was something soft about this, something right.
Felix had always gravitated toward what others considered "feminine"—the delicate jewelry, the soft fabrics, the gentle beauty routines. It had always been his safe space, though he kept it private, convincing himself it was just a part of his eclectic tastes. But now, looking at himself with this new hair, these new clothes, and the way his features softened under the warm lighting, Felix felt a pull he could no longer ignore.
Maybe I'm more than I've let myself believe.
He reached up, fingers trembling slightly, and touched the strands of his hair, letting them run through his fingers. His chest tightened. It was more than the clothes or the hair. It was a feeling of being at home in his own skin, something that had always eluded him. His breath caught, and he stepped back from the mirror, heart racing.
"What does this mean?" he whispered to himself.
The question hung in the air like a storm cloud. Felix wasn’t ready to confront the answer. Not fully. The idea terrified him. Growing up, he'd been taught who he was supposed to be—what society expected. He had accepted it because, for the most part, it had been easier than asking these questions. He had always known he was different, but this... this was something entirely new.
He had imagined coming out would be simple if she ever had to do it. But now that the truth was beginning to surface, Felix didn’t know how to face it. He wasn’t even sure how to explain it to himself, let alone the others.
Stray Kids had always been his family, a group that embraced each other’s uniqueness. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to imagine telling them this—telling them that he might not be the Felix they knew. What if they didn’t understand? What if this changed everything? He could handle the media, the fans, but the thought of his members not accepting him—his true self—made his stomach twist in fear.
He paced the dressing room, his fingers trembling as he ran them through his hair again. He could still hear the others laughing in the other room, their voices a comforting reminder that they were near, but the distance felt vast.
They had always accepted his quirks, his love for baking, for flowers, for all things soft and gentle. But this was different. This was his identity—something so deeply personal it felt like a fragile piece of his soul was hanging in the balance. He couldn’t tell them yet. Not until he understood it herself.
Felix walked to the window and pressed his forehead against the cool glass, watching the city below. The lights were twinkling in the early evening, and for a brief moment, he wished he could disappear into the crowd, a nameless figure free to explore who he was without the weight of expectations.
"I think... I might be a her," she whispered to herself, the words catching in her throat.
The realization made her chest tighten, but there was also a lightness, a sense of relief she hadn’t expected. Admitting it—just to herself—felt like the first step in a long journey, one she wasn't sure how to navigate. But still, it was a step.
She wasn’t ready to tell anyone yet. Not Bang Chan, not Changbin, not anyone. But she knew, deep down, she couldn’t run from this forever. For now, it was enough to know. To sit with this truth and let it grow slowly inside her until it bloomed into something she could fully understand.
Felix straightened up and looked at her reflection again, studying the way her hair framed her face, how her eyes held a softness she hadn't seen before. This was her—no, she was her. And that was enough, for now.
She turned away from the window and took a deep breath. The future felt uncertain, like a road she had never walked before. But Felix knew one thing for sure: she would face it, step by step, until she was ready to share her truth with the world.
Until then, she would continue to explore this new part of herself quietly, learning, growing, and figuring out what it all meant.
And when the time came, when she was ready to share this part of herself with the other members, she knew they would understand. They had to.
But for now, it was her secret, and that was okay.

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The city lights flickered outside the taxi window as Felix leaned her head against the cool glass. The decision to venture out alone had come quickly, driven by an unshakable need for solitude and exploration. It wasn’t just any outing—tonight, she had a purpose. She was heading to a part of the city she hadn’t often visited, an area filled with boutique stores that catered to a range of styles, including the feminine aesthetic she had long admired but never dared to fully embrace.
This time, things were different. Felix wasn’t just window shopping. Tonight, she was buying clothes for herself—the kind she had always been drawn to, but had never allowed herself to wear too often. Feminine clothes, soft fabrics, delicate cuts. Things that felt right in a way she couldn’t quite explain, even if it felt scary to acknowledge it.
She stepped out of the taxi and took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest. The neon sign of the boutique store, “Éclat,” glowed in a soft pink light. She hesitated outside the entrance for a moment, her mind racing. What if someone recognized her? What if this was too much, too soon?
No one knows I’m here, she reassured herself. The disguise of her hoodie and mask gave her a small sense of comfort. This was for her—only her.
With a shaky breath, Felix pushed open the door and walked inside. Immediately, she was surrounded by an array of beautiful dresses, soft blouses, skirts, and accessories that beckoned her forward. She walked through the aisles, her fingers brushing against the silky fabrics, the lace, the floral prints. Each item felt like a piece of the puzzle she was slowly putting together—a piece of who she truly was.
She picked up a delicate pale pink blouse with tiny pearl buttons, then a soft lavender skirt that flowed gracefully. The sales associate approached her, offering a warm smile.
“Would you like to try those on?” the woman asked, her tone gentle and welcoming.
Felix nodded, barely trusting her voice. She followed the woman to the fitting rooms, clutching the clothes to her chest. As she stepped into the small space, she felt a wave of anxiety mix with excitement. This was the first time she was truly allowing herself to try on something that felt like her—not Felix the idol, but her.
She removed her hoodie and carefully pulled on the pink blouse, adjusting the buttons before slipping into the skirt. When she turned to face the mirror, she froze.
There she was.
Not Felix, not the person everyone saw on stage or in interviews. But the person she had felt inside for so long, yet hadn’t been able to fully see until now. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, and the clothes hugged her figure in a way that made her feel... right. Complete.
A lump formed in her throat as she stared at herself, blinking back tears. This was who she was. And for the first time, she felt the first glimmer of acceptance.
Back in the main store, Felix paid for the blouse and skirt along with a few other pieces she had fallen in love with—a floral dress, some dainty necklaces, and a small collection of makeup. The sales associate smiled as she handed Felix the bag, her eyes twinkling as if she knew this moment was special, even without knowing the details.
“Thank you,” Felix whispered, her voice soft but sincere. The woman simply nodded, understanding in her gaze.
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Later that night, Felix sat at her vanity in the dim light of her bedroom, the quiet hum of the city filtering through the open window. She had spent hours watching makeup tutorials online, learning how to create soft, feminine looks—looks she had always admired but had only dabbled with for work. Now, it felt different. This was for her.
She carefully applied foundation, blending it to create a smooth, even base but light enough for her freckles to show through. Next came the eyeshadow—a soft pink shade that brought out the warmth in her brown eyes. Her hands trembled slightly as she applied mascara, making her lashes flutter. Finally, she added a soft rose-colored lipstick that made her lips look fuller, delicate.
When she finished, she stared at her reflection, the feminine figure staring back at her felt like a dream—a reality she wasn’t sure she deserved but so desperately wanted to hold onto.
There was still one thing missing.
She had been thinking about names, rolling them around in her mind like stones in a tumbler. Felix had always felt masculine, like it had never truly fit her. But what name would? Who was she?
She opened her phone, scrolling through lists of names she had saved. Some felt too foreign, too far removed from who she had always been. Others came close but didn’t click. And then she found one.
Felicity.
It felt right. Soft and gentle, yet strong. It held the essence of who she was, a connection to the name she had used her entire life but with a twist. It was feminine, but still familiar. She said it aloud, testing the sound of it.
“Felicity,” she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. She smiled softly, tears welling up in her eyes.
It was still a secret—one she wasn’t ready to share with the world or her members just yet. But for tonight, it was hers. She had found herself in these clothes, this makeup, and this name. And that was enough, for now.
With a final glance at her reflection, Felicity smiled at the woman she saw in the mirror—the woman she had always been, and the woman she was finally learning to accept.

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Felicity sat on the practice room floor, catching her breath after hours of intense choreography. The other members of Stray Kids were scattered around the room, laughing and joking as they downed bottles of water. From the outside, everything seemed normal, like any other day—Felix blending into the group, their camaraderie tight and unbreakable.
But inside, she was spiraling.
The name “Felix” had felt increasingly foreign to her over the last few weeks. Every time one of the members called her that, she had to fight the urge to wince. Hearing them say “he” or “him” stung in ways she hadn’t anticipated. It was like they were talking about someone else, a ghost of the person she had been before she started discovering who she truly was.
Today had been especially hard.
“Felix, you okay?” Chan’s voice broke through her thoughts, warm and caring as always, but the use of her name felt like a stab. She forced herself to smile, nodding even though her chest felt tight.
“Yeah, I’m fine, hyung. Just tired,” she replied, her voice betraying none of the emotions swirling inside her.
Chan nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer, but Felicity had to suppress the wave of discomfort that came from hearing herself use "hyung" instead of something that felt right. She had to keep pretending, keep hiding. She wasn’t ready to explain why it hurt so much to be called Felix, or why hearing “he” made her want to disappear.
“Good work today, man,” Han said, throwing an arm around her shoulders as they stood up to leave the practice room. “You killed it as always, Felix!”
There it was again—Felix.
Felicity smiled weakly, nodding as she shrugged off the arm casually, hoping no one would notice how her body tensed at the name. It wasn’t that she didn’t love them. She did. The members were her family, her brothers in all the ways that mattered. But they didn’t know. They couldn’t understand that every time they used her old name, it was like a weight pulling her further and further down, into a place she didn’t want to be.
They don’t know, she reminded herself for the hundredth time. It’s not their fault.
Still, it hurt.
As they all gathered their things to head out, Felicity trailed behind, trying to breathe through the tension building inside her. She longed to be in her own space, where she could put on the clothes she had bought and be her—Felicity. But even that was becoming more difficult. The constant fear of being found out, of someone catching her in a moment where she wasn’t “Felix,” gnawed at her relentlessly.
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Later that night, back in the dorm, Felicity locked herself in the bathroom, the only place she felt truly safe these days. She pulled out her makeup bag and laid the items neatly on the counter. She stared at them for a moment, her hands trembling as she reached for the soft blush she had bought.
Slowly, she applied it, her movements practiced now from weeks of private sessions in front of the mirror. With each stroke of the brush, her breathing calmed, and the tension in her chest loosened slightly. This was her sanctuary, her escape. In this small, private space, she could be her—Felicity.
But the moment she stepped out of this room, she would have to become Felix again. She would have to pretend that everything was okay, that being called “he” didn’t make her skin crawl, that she didn’t flinch every time one of the members used the name that no longer felt like hers.
There was a soft knock on the door, and she froze, her heart racing. Quickly, she wiped off the makeup, her hands moving frantically as she splashed water on her face.
“Felix?” It was Hyunjin’s voice, gentle but concerned. “You okay in there?”
“I’m fine!” Felicity called back, her voice too high, too strained. She cursed under her breath, forcing herself to lower her tone. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Alright,” Hyunjin said, his voice lingering for a moment before his footsteps retreated down the hall.
Felicity gripped the edge of the sink, staring at her reflection in the fogged-up mirror. The familiar wave of frustration washed over her. How much longer could she keep doing this? How much longer could she hide the truth from the people she loved the most?
I’m not him. I’m not Felix, she thought, her chest tightening again. But I can’t tell them yet. I’m not ready.
The fear of rejection, of misunderstanding, paralyzed her. What if they didn’t accept her? What if they couldn’t understand what this meant for her, for the group? Would they still see her the same way? Would she still belong here?
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Over the next few days, the weight grew heavier. Every practice, every interview, every interaction felt like she was playing a role she no longer fit into. The pressure was suffocating, but she didn’t know how to let go of it.
“Felix, are you coming?” Lee Know called out, breaking her from her thoughts as they got ready to head to their next schedule. She grabbed her bag, forcing a smile as she joined the others.
They walked together, talking and joking as always, but Felicity’s mind was elsewhere. She felt like she was drifting further from them, from herself.
She wanted to scream every time they called her “Felix,” every time she heard “he” or “him.” It was like they were seeing through her, as if the real her didn’t exist in their world. But it wasn’t their fault. They were just doing what they had always done—seeing Felix, their brother.
But she wasn’t him anymore.
I need to figure this out, Felicity thought, the fear mixing with determination. But not yet. I’m not ready yet.
For now, she would continue to hide—her clothes, her makeup, her name. And she would continue to smile and laugh and pretend that Felix was still her name, even as it cut deeper with every use.
But one day, she would have to face it. One day, she would have to tell them. She just didn’t know when that day would come.
As they piled into the car, headed to the next event, Felicity stared out the window, lost in thought. She wasn’t Felix anymore, but she didn’t know how to be Felicity around them yet. And that was the hardest part of all.

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The dim lights of the studio flickered as Stray Kids arrived for their next photoshoot. Today was different from the usual stage outfits and tailored suits. The fashion brand had an edgy, experimental vibe, mixing masculine and feminine elements to challenge traditional norms. The theme excited Felicity more than she would ever admit. Maybe this was her chance—her moment to take a step closer to who she truly was.
As the stylist showed the boys the racks of clothing, Felicity’s eyes were immediately drawn to one piece: a flowing, black-and-white patterned dress. It wasn’t over the top, just subtle enough to catch attention without feeling too bold. The material seemed to call to her, delicate but strong, and she could already imagine herself in it. But the fear of standing out too much, of revealing too much, kept her rooted in place. She couldn’t just grab it and walk onto set.
But what if she did? What if she took this small step, just this once?
“I like this one,” she found herself saying, her voice barely above a whisper as she motioned to the dress.
The stylist glanced at her, then at the dress, with a slight smile. “It would suit you. Let’s try something with that.”
Felicity nodded, her heart pounding as the stylist handed her the piece. She quickly scanned the other racks, pulling a pair of loose black pants to wear underneath. She didn’t want to go too far, not yet. But the dress—it was enough. It had to be.
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When she stepped out of the changing room, Felicity’s breath hitched. She felt different, lighter. The dress flowed around her, elegant and soft, but the pants and chunky, masculine shoes grounded her, allowing her to blend into the usual image of Felix—the one everyone expected. But in her heart, she felt something shift. This was closer to her, to who she really was.
She walked over to the set, every step feeling like both a risk and a revelation. The members were busy getting into their own outfits, but as she approached, one by one they looked up—and froze.
Hyunjin’s jaw dropped slightly, while Seungmin and I.N exchanged curious glances. Even Bang Chan, who always had an eye for subtle details, blinked in surprise before giving her a slow nod of approval.
But it was Changbin’s reaction that caught Felicity off guard. He had been tying his shoes, distracted, but when he looked up, his eyes widened, and a genuine smile spread across his face.
“Wow, Felix,” Changbin said, standing up and walking over to her, taking in the sight. “You look… beautiful.”
Beautiful.
Felicity’s breath caught in her throat. No one had ever called her that before, at least not in a way that felt real. She glanced at Changbin, her heart hammering in her chest. He was looking at her—not with confusion or discomfort, but with something that felt like understanding.
She smiled, a little shy, ducking her head. “Thanks, Binnie,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady, though inside she felt like she was soaring.
The photographer called them to the set, and as they arranged themselves for the shoot, Felicity caught glimpses of the other members watching her with curious eyes. Hyunjin seemed especially drawn to her look, stealing glances between shots, while Chan made sure to give her space, as if sensing this was a personal moment.
As the camera clicked, Felicity found herself relaxing into the dress, her movements fluid and natural. She felt more at ease than she ever had in other photoshoots. Every pose felt like an extension of her true self, the fabric of the dress swirling around her legs, giving her a freedom she hadn’t realized she had been craving for so long.
With each flash of the camera, she let herself go a little more. A small smile bloomed across her face, one she couldn’t hide even if she tried. She hadn’t felt this light in ages, this at home in her own skin.
At one point, she caught Changbin’s gaze again. He was smiling softly, his eyes filled with something Felicity couldn’t quite place—something warm, understanding, almost as if he knew. But he didn’t say anything. He just gave her a supportive nod, the kind that said, I see you.
The photoshoot continued, the hours flying by in a blur of movement and laughter, but Felicity was lost in her own world. For once, she wasn’t just Felix from Stray Kids—she was something more, something closer to who she was meant to be.
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After the shoot wrapped up and everyone began changing out of their outfits, Felicity lingered in the dressing room, running her fingers along the fabric of the dress. It had felt like a small victory, wearing it. But now that the day was over, the familiar dread returned. She would have to go back to being Felix—back to hiding.
She sighed, her hand hesitating as she reached to unzip the dress.
The door to the dressing room creaked open, and Changbin stepped inside, catching her by surprise. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes soft, observant.
“Still wearing it, huh?” he asked, his voice quiet but warm. There was no teasing, no judgment, just a sense of understanding.
Felicity swallowed, not sure how to respond. She didn’t want to let go of this moment, didn’t want to strip away the feeling of being herself, even if just for a few more minutes.
Changbin took a step closer, his gaze steady. “You really did look beautiful today, Felix,” he said, his voice sincere. “And… I don’t think that’s just about the clothes.”
Felicity’s breath caught, and she met his gaze, searching for any hint of suspicion or pity. But all she saw in Changbin’s eyes was kindness, a quiet understanding that made her heart ache. It was almost as if he knew—maybe not everything, but enough to see her struggle.
“I—” Felicity’s voice faltered, her throat tight. She wanted to say something, to tell him the truth that had been building inside her for weeks, months even. But the words wouldn’t come. She wasn’t ready. Not yet.
Changbin didn’t push. He just gave her a small, knowing smile and stepped back toward the door. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said, his tone gentle, “we’ll be here.”
Felicity watched as he left the room, her heart pounding in her chest. The door clicked shut, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She stared at her reflection in the mirror—at the dress, the soft hair framing her face, the person she was slowly becoming.
Changbin’s words echoed in her mind. Whenever you’re ready, we’ll be here.
Maybe… maybe she was closer than she realized.
Felicity took a deep breath and smiled at her reflection. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was on the right path. She wasn’t ready to tell them yet, but she was getting there. Slowly, she was finding her way.

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The days following the photoshoot had been a blur of practice sessions, interviews, and group schedules. Yet, through all the chaos, Felicity’s thoughts kept circling back to one thing: the plan.
It had been building inside her for weeks now—the need to tell the others. To be honest, not just with them, but with herself. She had always prided herself on her ability to face challenges head-on, but this was different. This was terrifying in a way that performing on stage or speaking in front of thousands of fans had never been.
Felicity had mapped out the conversation in her head a thousand times. She would sit them down, one by one or maybe all together, and explain everything. She’d tell them about her true self, about the journey she had been on, about how she had realized that she was no longer Felix, no longer the person they thought she was. She had even practiced the words in front of the mirror, trying to make sure her voice wouldn’t tremble when the time came.
But despite her plan, she wasn’t ready to act on it yet. Every time she thought about actually saying the words, her heart would race, and fear would creep in. What if they didn’t understand? What if this changed everything?
Then there was Changbin.
Ever since the photoshoot, he had been acting differently—subtle changes that most people wouldn’t notice, but Felicity did. He had stopped calling her by name altogether, never using “Felix” or “he” in conversations. It was as if he sensed that those labels no longer fit her, and he was silently respecting that. It was a small gesture, but it meant everything to her.
And then there were the gifts.
The first time it had happened, Felicity had been surprised. Changbin had handed her a small box after a long practice session, looking almost shy about it. She had opened it to find a delicate bracelet, simple but elegant, the kind of accessory she had always admired but never bought for herself. She had been touched, but she had chalked it up to Changbin being thoughtful. He was like that—always paying attention to the little things that made people happy.
But the second gift had been different.
It arrived a few days later, wrapped in soft tissue paper and placed on her bed. Felicity had unwrapped it slowly, her heart pounding as she pulled out a dress—a dress almost identical to the one she had worn for the photoshoot. It was black, flowing, with subtle floral designs woven into the fabric. Her breath caught in her throat as she held it up, the material soft against her fingers.
Changbin had bought it for her. He hadn’t said a word, just left it there for her to find.
Felicity sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the dress in her lap, her mind racing. The gift wasn’t just thoughtful—it was personal. It felt like Changbin was telling her something without words, like he knew who she was, who she was becoming, and he was okay with it. Maybe even more than okay.
Her heart ached, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. Changbin had always been close to her, one of the members she felt most comfortable with. But over time, something more had grown between them, at least for her. She had harbored feelings for him for a while now—feelings she had never dared to voice, not just because of their group dynamic, but because of her own uncertainty about who she was.
But now, sitting here with the dress in her hands, hope flickered in her chest. Maybe Changbin already knew. Maybe he had always known, in the way that he quietly observed everyone around him, picking up on the smallest details. And maybe—just maybe—he would not only accept her as Felicity, but he might return her feelings, too.
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Later that evening, Felicity found herself standing in front of the mirror, the dress on her body, her hair loosely framing her face. She felt different, yet entirely herself. The way the dress moved with her, the way it clung gently to her figure, made her feel alive. Whole.
But the fear still lingered, like a shadow she couldn’t shake. She wasn’t ready to tell them yet. She wasn’t ready to take that final step, to risk everything. But Changbin’s quiet support, his thoughtful gestures—it gave her hope. And maybe, when the time came, she would find the strength to finally say the words out loud.

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The dorm was quiet, the usual chaos of Stray Kids reduced to the low hum of the TV playing in the background. Most of the members were out for the evening, giving Felicity the rare opportunity to be alone with her thoughts—and with Changbin.
Her heart raced as she paced back and forth in the living room. The decision had already been made in her mind—she was going to tell Changbin. He deserved to know first. He had always been there for her, silently supporting her, and after everything that had happened—the dress, the way he had been acting—it was clear that he already knew. Or at least, he suspected.
But actually saying the words out loud? That terrified her.
Changbin was in his room, scrolling on his phone, completely unaware of the inner turmoil that was tearing through her. Felicity stopped pacing and took a deep breath, gathering what little courage she had. She had rehearsed this moment over and over in her head, but now that it was here, her mind was blank.
Just take the first step, she told herself.
With shaky hands, she knocked on Changbin’s door. It was a soft knock, barely audible, but within seconds, he called out, “Come in.”
Felicity stepped inside, her heart pounding so loudly in her chest she was sure Changbin could hear it. He looked up from his phone, his usual soft smile forming when he saw her.
“Hey,” he greeted her, his voice gentle. “What’s up?”
Felicity swallowed hard, closing the door behind her. Her palms were sweaty, and her nerves were on fire, but she knew this was it. If she didn’t do this now, she might never find the courage again.
“Binnie,” she began, her voice shaking slightly. “I need to talk to you about something. It’s important.”
Changbin’s smile faded, replaced with concern as he sat up, putting his phone down on the bed. “Of course,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers, as if sensing the weight of the moment. “What’s going on?”
Felicity hesitated, trying to find the right words. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling at her sides.
“I—” She paused, her throat tightening. Just say it. You’ve practiced this. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a long time, but I wasn’t sure how. I’ve been… going through a lot. And I think—no, I know—that I’m not the person everyone thinks I am.”
Changbin didn’t interrupt, his gaze never leaving her. He just nodded, encouraging her to continue.
“I’m not Felix,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I mean… I am, but I’m not. I’ve been feeling this way for a long time, and I didn’t know how to explain it. But I know now. I’m not him. I’m her. My name is Felicity”
The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Felicity held her breath, waiting for Changbin’s reaction, her heart pounding in her chest.
Slowly, a soft smile spread across Changbin’s face—gentle, understanding, and full of warmth.
“I had a feeling,” he said softly, his voice steady and kind. “I’ve been pretty sure for a while.”
Felicity’s eyes widened, a lump forming in her throat. “You… you did?”
Changbin nodded, his smile never wavering. “I didn’t want to push you, though. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready. But yeah… I’ve known.” He paused, his eyes softening as he leaned forward, his voice lowering. “I’ve always seen you, Felicity. I just didn’t know when you’d be ready to let the world see you, too.”
Hearing her name—her name—spoken aloud by Changbin for the first time felt like a release. The tightness in her chest loosened, and for the first time, she felt like she could breathe.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and before she knew it, she was sitting down beside him, her hands trembling as she wiped at her face.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion. “I was so scared you wouldn’t understand.”
Changbin reached out, gently taking her hand in his, his touch warm and comforting. “Of course I understand,” he said softly. “You’re still you. You’ve always been you. This doesn’t change anything… except maybe now you can be who you really are, and I can help you through that.”
Felicity smiled through her tears, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders that she hadn’t even realized she’d been carrying for so long. Changbin’s words were like a balm to her soul, reassuring her in ways she hadn’t thought possible.
“I’ve always been afraid of how you guys would react,” she admitted, her voice breaking slightly. “But I… I’ve been thinking about telling everyone. I just needed to start with you.”
Changbin squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll all be here for you. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Felicity nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. She had always known Changbin was someone she could trust, but this—his support, his kindness—meant more to her than words could express.
They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation settling between them. But it wasn’t a heavy silence. It was filled with understanding, with the knowledge that this was the beginning of something new. Something better.
And then, without thinking, Felicity found herself leaning closer to him, her heart pounding for a completely different reason now. She hesitated, unsure of whether this was the right time, whether she was reading the moment correctly. But when she looked into Changbin’s eyes, she saw the same warmth, the same softness that had always been there. And in that moment, she knew.
She didn’t have to be afraid.
Slowly, she leaned in, her breath catching as her lips brushed against his, tentative and soft. For a split second, she feared she had misread everything—but then Changbin responded, his lips pressing back against hers, gentle and tender, as if he had been waiting for this moment just as long as she had.
Felicity’s heart soared as they kissed, the world around them fading away until it was just the two of them, sharing this quiet, intimate moment. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was an unspoken promise, a reassurance that Changbin accepted her fully, not just as a friend or a member of Stray Kids, but as her—as Felicity.
When they finally pulled away, Felicity’s cheeks flushed, her heart still racing. Changbin smiled at her, his thumb gently brushing her cheek as he whispered, “You’re beautiful, Felicity.”
Hearing her name again, in that moment, felt like the final piece of the puzzle falling into place. She smiled, her chest warm with hope and love.
And for the first time, Felicity felt ready to face whatever came next, knowing she wouldn’t have to do it alone.

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Felicity stood outside Bang Chan’s door, her hands trembling slightly as she raised her fist to knock. Telling Changbin had been the hardest and most liberating thing she had ever done, but this felt different. This was Bang Chan—her leader, her confidant, the person who had always been there for her, no matter what. He was her big brother, the only other Australian in Stray Kids, the one who understood her in a way that was unique to their shared experiences. And now, she was about to share something that would change everything.
He’ll support me. He always has, she reminded herself, taking a deep breath before finally knocking.
“Come in!” Chan’s familiar voice called out from inside.
Felicity opened the door, stepping into his room. Bang Chan was sitting at his desk, his headphones around his neck, clearly in the middle of working on music. But the moment he saw her, he paused, turning his full attention to her. His smile was warm, the kind that always made her feel like everything would be okay.
“Hey, Felix,” he said, his tone casual. “What’s up? You look a little nervous.”
Felicity closed the door behind her, feeling a lump form in her throat at hearing her old name again. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Chan noticed the hesitation immediately, his smile fading into a look of concern.
“Hey, you alright?” he asked, standing up and walking over to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice soft and comforting. “What’s going on?”
Felicity’s heart ached. She had always known she could count on Chan, but this moment still felt impossibly hard. She had spent so long hiding, pretending to be someone she wasn’t. But if there was anyone who could handle this, it was Chan. He had been her rock since the very beginning, and she knew he would continue to be, no matter what.
“Can we sit?” Felicity asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chan nodded immediately, guiding her over to the small couch in his room. He sat beside her, his eyes searching hers with quiet concern, waiting patiently for her to speak. Felicity took a deep breath, her hands fidgeting in her lap.
“I… I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now,” she began, her voice shaking slightly. “It’s about who I am. About… me.”
Chan didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at her, so full of kindness and understanding, gave her the strength to keep going.
“I’m not Felix,” she said, her voice cracking. “At least, not anymore. I’ve been struggling with this for a long time, but I know now… I’m not him. I’m her.”
She hesitated, watching Chan’s face for any sign of confusion or rejection. But there was none. He just nodded, his eyes softening.
“My name is Felicity,” she whispered, the words coming out with more confidence this time. “I’m your sister. And I… I’ve been so scared to tell you.”
There was a moment of silence between them, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Felicity’s heart pounded in her chest, waiting for Chan’s reaction. But then, without missing a beat, Chan leaned forward and wrapped her in a tight, warm embrace.
“Felicity,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “I’m so proud of you.”
Felicity’s breath hitched, and before she could stop them, tears welled up in her eyes. She clung to him, feeling the weight of all her fears and anxieties melt away in his arms. This was what she had been so afraid of, yet here Chan was, holding her like nothing had changed—because to him, nothing had.
“I’ve always got you, sis,” Chan murmured, his hand rubbing gentle circles on her back. “You know that, right?”
Felicity nodded against his shoulder, her tears falling freely now. She had always known that Chan would support her, but hearing him call her “sis,” hearing her name on his lips—it made everything feel real in a way she hadn’t expected. She pulled back slightly, wiping at her eyes, but Chan’s smile never wavered.
“Why were you so scared to tell me?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from her cheek.
“I don’t know,” Felicity admitted, her voice still shaky. “I guess… I was afraid of how things would change. Of what you’d think. I’ve been hiding for so long, it’s hard to stop.”
Chan shook his head, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Nothing’s changed, Felicity. You’re still you. And I’m still your big brother. That’s not going anywhere.”
Felicity let out a shaky laugh, the relief flooding through her. She had been so scared, so convinced that this conversation would be difficult, but Chan had made it feel so simple, so natural. Of course, he had. He had always been her protector, her biggest supporter.
“There’s… one more thing I want to tell you,” Felicity said, her voice a little quieter now.
Chan raised an eyebrow, but his smile stayed in place. “What is it?”
Felicity hesitated, glancing down at her hands before looking back up at him. “Changbin and I… we’re together. I mean, we haven’t told anyone yet, but… we’re together.”
For a brief moment, Chan just stared at her, processing the words. Then, a wide grin spread across his face, and he let out a small chuckle.
“Honestly?” he said, leaning back against the couch. “I’m not surprised at all.”
Felicity blinked, caught off guard by his reaction. “You’re not?”
Chan shook his head, still smiling. “Nope. I’ve seen the way you two are with each other for a while now. It was only a matter of time, really. I mean, you both practically light up when you’re around each other.”
Felicity felt her cheeks heat up, but a shy smile tugged at her lips. Hearing Chan say that, knowing that he had already seen what she and Changbin had been too scared to admit for so long—it made her heart swell with happiness.
“Changbin’s a good guy,” Chan continued, his tone growing more serious. “He cares about you a lot, and he’s been there for you, even when you couldn’t say what you were going through. I think… I think he’s good for you, Felicity.”
Felicity nodded, her heart full. She had always known that Chan would support her, but hearing him speak so highly of Changbin, knowing that he understood how much this relationship meant to her—it made everything feel that much more right.
“I’m so happy for you,” Chan said softly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “Both for being yourself, and for finding someone who sees you the way you deserve to be seen.”
Tears welled up in Felicity’s eyes again, but this time, they were tears of pure joy. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was, not just to have Changbin, but to have Chan—her big brother, her protector, her rock.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “For everything.”
Chan smiled, pulling her into another warm hug. “Always,” he said softly. “You’ll always have me.”
As Felicity sat there, wrapped in her brother’s embrace, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She had taken the first step. She had told Changbin, and now she had told Chan. And with each conversation, she felt a little braver, a little more ready to share her truth with the rest of the world.
For the first time in a long time, Felicity felt like everything was going to be okay. And with Changbin by her side, and Chan supporting her every step of the way, she knew that she could handle whatever came next.

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Bang Chan had always been the protective type, especially when it came to the people he cared about. Being the leader of Stray Kids meant watching over all the members, but with Felicity, it was different. Their bond went deeper, tied by shared experiences and their Australian roots. She was more than just a member of the group to him—she was like family. His little sister.
So when Felicity had come out to him just the other day, it had filled his heart with pride and love. He had always known she was strong, but seeing her step into her truth was something else entirely. And now that she had also told him about her relationship with Changbin, well… that part of the big brother instinct had kicked in.
Bang Chan wasn’t naïve. He had seen the way Changbin and Felicity interacted, the subtle smiles, the glances that lingered a little too long, the way they seemed to naturally gravitate toward one another. He wasn’t surprised to find out they were together—he had figured it out long before they probably even realized it themselves.
But still, this was his sister they were talking about.
As Chan sat on the couch that afternoon, scrolling through his phone, he mentally prepared himself for the conversation that was about to happen. Changbin was in his room, and Chan knew this talk couldn’t be put off any longer. It wasn’t about scaring Changbin or making him feel uncomfortable. No, Chan just needed to make sure that Felicity—his sister—was being cared for in the way she deserved.
With a sigh, Chan set his phone down and stood up, walking down the hallway toward Changbin’s room. He knocked gently on the door, and after a moment, heard Changbin’s voice call out from inside.
“Come in.”
Chan opened the door, finding Changbin sitting at his desk, headphones on, clearly in the middle of working on music. He pulled his headphones off as soon as he saw Chan, offering a casual smile.
“Hey, hyung. What’s up?” Changbin asked, leaning back in his chair.
Chan stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “We need to talk.”
Changbin’s smile faltered slightly, confusion flickering across his face. “Uh, sure. About what?”
Chan took a deep breath, trying to keep the tone light but firm. He wasn’t here to scare Changbin, but he wanted to be clear. “It’s about Felicity.”
At the mention of her name, Changbin’s expression shifted. There was a softness in his eyes whenever her name was brought up, a quiet affection that Chan had grown used to seeing. But now, there was also a hint of nervousness.
“Felicity?” Changbin repeated, sitting up straighter. “Is she okay?”
Chan nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s fine. More than fine, actually. I’m really proud of her. But this isn’t about that exactly.”
Changbin raised an eyebrow, still clearly unsure where this conversation was headed.
“Look,” Chan began, his voice steady. “I know you and Felicity are together. And before you say anything, I want you to know that I’m happy for you both. Really. I’ve seen the way you look at each other, and I can tell you care about her.”
Changbin opened his mouth to say something, but Chan held up a hand, stopping him.
“But,” Chan continued, his voice dropping slightly, “I need to make sure you understand something. Felicity is my sister. She means the world to me. And I know you, Bin, I know you’re a good guy. But this is important.”
Changbin’s face softened, and he nodded slowly, his eyes earnest. “I get it, hyung. I do.”
Chan studied him for a moment, then took a seat on the edge of the bed, trying to relax the intensity of the moment. “I’ve watched her grow into who she is now. It took her so long to get to this point, to figure out who she really is. And that journey was hard. I’m sure you know that, maybe better than anyone. She’s still figuring things out, and I need to know that you’re going to be there for her. Not just as a boyfriend, but as someone who understands what she’s going through.”
Changbin leaned forward, his expression serious. “Hyung, I love her. I’ve known for a while that she’s Felicity, and I’ve been by her side because that’s where I want to be. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for whatever she needs—for whoever she becomes.”
The sincerity in Changbin’s voice made Chan’s chest tighten, but it was a good kind of tightness, the kind that came from knowing that Felicity had chosen someone who truly cared about her.
“I know you mean that,” Chan said, his tone softer now. “But I also know relationships aren’t always easy. Felicity’s been through enough, and she doesn’t need any more complications.”
“I would never hurt her,” Changbin said quietly, his gaze steady. “I know how much this means, to both of you.”
Chan nodded, taking in Changbin’s words. He had always trusted him, but hearing it laid out like this made it even clearer.
“I had to have this talk with you,” Chan said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Big brother responsibilities, you know?”
Changbin chuckled, the tension in the room easing. “I expected it, to be honest. I’m just glad you’re not threatening to kill me or anything.”
Chan laughed, shaking his head. “No, no death threats. But seriously, Bin… thank you. For being there for her. She needs people she can trust right now.”
Changbin’s expression softened again, and he nodded. “I love her, hyung. And I want to be there for her in every way I can.”
Chan stood up, walking over to Changbin and clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Good. That’s all I needed to hear.”
There was a brief moment of silence between them, both of them understanding the weight of the conversation they had just had. Then, Chan’s smile grew, more teasing now.
“Just remember,” he added, his tone lighter, “I’m still watching you.”
Changbin smirked, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Chan chuckled and started heading toward the door, but before he left, he turned back to Changbin, his expression more serious again.
“Take care of her, Bin,” he said softly. “She’s been through a lot.”
Changbin nodded, his voice quiet but firm. “I will.”
With that, Chan gave him a final nod and left the room, closing the door behind him. As he walked down the hall, he felt a sense of peace settle over him. He had always known that Felicity was strong, but knowing that she had someone like Changbin by her side made him feel even more secure in her future.
And if Changbin ever needed a reminder to stay in line, well—Chan would always be there.

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Felicity paced the small living room, her heart racing as she prepared for the next conversation. Telling Changbin had been a huge relief, and coming out to Bang Chan had given her even more confidence. But now, standing in front of Lee Know’s door, the nervousness crept back in. This was different. Lee Know was someone she’d always had a unique bond with—he had helped her through so much, yet she wasn’t sure how he would react to this.

Lee Know was deeply caring in his own way, even if he didn’t show it in the most obvious forms. He had taken her under his wing from the start, always helping her with her dancing, guiding her through learning Korean, and always watching over her like a protective older brother. That connection made her hopeful, but it also heightened her fear of disappointment. Would he still see her as family? Would he accept Felicity as he had Felix?

She sighed, trying to calm the swarm of emotions buzzing in her chest. The bond they shared had always been strong—strong enough, she hoped, for him to understand and accept the truth she had hidden for so long.

Gathering her courage, Felicity knocked softly on the door. Her pulse quickened as she heard his familiar voice call out from inside.

“Come in.”

She opened the door to see Lee Know lounging on his bed, scrolling through his phone. When he noticed her, he flashed his usual cool smile, but it softened when he saw the tension in her expression.

“Hey, Felix. What’s up?” He motioned for her to sit.

Felicity stood by the chair, her nerves getting the better of her. She hesitated, unsure of how to start. Lee Know, ever observant, raised an eyebrow.

“You’re being weird,” he said, his tone blunt, though his eyes showed concern. “What’s going on?”

She laughed nervously, the sound shaky. “Yeah, I guess I am being weird,” she admitted. “I just… I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

His expression shifted, becoming more serious, as he sat up straighter. “Alright. I’m listening.”

Taking a deep breath, Felicity forced herself to meet his gaze. “I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am,” she began, her voice low but steady. “And I’ve realized something… something I need you to know. I’m not Felix anymore. I’m not… him.”

Lee Know’s eyes widened just slightly, his calm demeanor shifting with a flicker of surprise, but he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I’m not the person you’ve known me as. I’m not a guy. I’m… I’m Felicity. I’ve realized I’m a woman.”

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, she was afraid of what he might say. But when she looked at him, his expression wasn’t one of confusion or discomfort. It was surprise, yes, but also understanding—a softness that eased some of the weight from her chest.

“You’re a woman?” he repeated, his voice gentle, as if making sure he’d heard her right.

Felicity nodded, feeling her heart pound. “Yeah. I’ve been hiding it for a long time, but I can’t anymore. This is who I am.”

Lee Know leaned back, his sharp eyes scanning her face, taking it all in. His usual guardedness gave way to something more open, more vulnerable. He let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture that showed his own awkwardness, but there was no hesitation when he finally spoke.

“You’ve been holding this in for a while, huh?” His voice was softer now, without judgment.

Felicity nodded, feeling the tension leave her shoulders. “Yeah. A long time.”

He looked at her, his eyes meeting hers, and for a moment, he was quiet. Then, with a small smile tugging at his lips, he spoke again. “You’ve always been important to me, you know that? Felix, Felicity—whatever name you go by, you’re still you.”

Felicity blinked back the tears threatening to spill over. She had always known Lee Know cared, but hearing him say it so plainly, knowing he had a hard time verbally expressing his affection, touched her deeply.

“You’re really okay with this?” she asked softly, still searching for reassurance.

Lee Know shrugged, though his smile remained. “You’ve always been like a sibling to me. You were pretty bad at Korean for a while and you’ve been annoying as hell sometimes, but that’s never changed how I feel about you. Why would this?”

His awkward attempt at humor made her laugh, the tension in her chest finally easing. “You always know how to make me feel better,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Lee Know gave a small, almost shy smile, his usual cool front cracking just a little. “Well, you’re important to me. And if this is who you are, then I’m here. I’ll call you Felicity, and we’ll go from there.”

Felicity felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. She knew Lee Know wasn’t the most outwardly emotional person, but the warmth in his words was all the reassurance she needed.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “That means a lot.”

He shrugged again, but there was affection in his voice as he spoke. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you in dance practice, alright?”

Felicity laughed, wiping away the tears that had started to fall. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

For a brief moment, they sat in comfortable silence, and Felicity felt lighter than she had in a long time. She had worried so much about this conversation, but now she realized she hadn’t needed to. Lee Know cared for her—he always had. And even if this was new to him, he was willing to support her.

As she stood to leave, Lee Know’s voice stopped her.

“Hey.” She turned to face him. His tone was more serious now, the soft look in his eyes making her heart swell. “You’re not alone in this, alright? If anyone gives you a hard time… they’ll have to deal with me.”

Felicity’s heart brimmed with emotion, her smile soft as she met his gaze. “I know. And that means everything.”

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Felicity had thought that coming out to Hyunjin would be difficult—he was so expressive, so intuitive, that she often worried about overwhelming him with the truth of who she was. But now, standing outside his room, she felt a growing sense of optimism. Hyunjin had always embraced the more fluid aspects of life, especially when it came to fashion, art, and self-expression. He was fearless in how he presented himself to the world, and Felicity hoped that would extend to accepting her, too.
She knocked softly on his door, hearing music faintly in the background. After a moment, Hyunjin’s familiar voice called out.
“Come in!”
Felicity stepped inside, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. Hyunjin was sitting on the floor, surrounded by art supplies—sketchbooks, brushes, and tubes of paint scattered around him. He looked up at her, his face lighting up in that effortless way of his, as though her presence had made his day better.
“Hey, Felix!” he greeted, though his attention was already back on his canvas, his brush moving in delicate strokes. “What’s up? You’re usually not around when I’m in ‘art mode.’”
Felicity smiled, feeling her heart skip a beat at the mention of her old name. But she pushed forward, sitting down across from him on the floor. “Yeah, I know. I, um, wanted to talk to you about something.”
Hyunjin paused, his brush hovering over the canvas as he looked at her more closely. His brow furrowed slightly, but not in concern—more in curiosity. “What’s going on?”
Felicity took a deep breath, steeling herself. She had come so far already, and this was just one more step in her journey. Hyunjin had always been someone who embraced change and creativity—surely he would understand.
“I’ve been telling the members something important,” she began, her voice steady. “And now, I need to tell you. I’m not Felix. At least… not anymore. I’ve realized that I’m not the person everyone’s known me as.”
Hyunjin blinked, setting his brush down slowly, his focus fully on her now. “Okay…”
“I’m Felicity,” she continued, her voice soft but sure. “I’m a woman, and I’ve known it for a while. I’ve just been scared to say it. But I’m not Felix anymore.”
Hyunjin’s face softened into a gentle smile, and he leaned forward slightly, his eyes glittering with excitement. “I didn’t expect that,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “But honestly? I’m not really surprised, either. You’ve always had this… way about you. Like you were just you, and gender didn’t really define that.”
Felicity’s heart swelled at his words, and she let out a relieved laugh. “I guess that’s true. I’ve never really felt like I had to conform, at least not with fashion or expression. But this is different. This is who I am.”
Hyunjin beamed, practically bouncing with excitement now. “Felicity,” he repeated, testing the name. “It suits you so well! I’m so happy for you!”
Felicity smiled, her nerves beginning to melt away in the warmth of Hyunjin’s acceptance. She had expected him to be supportive, but his enthusiasm was infectious. She had always admired his openness, but now, seeing it directed at her in such a meaningful way, it felt like a gift.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner,” Hyunjin continued, playfully nudging her shoulder. “We could have been sharing this moment forever ago!”
Felicity laughed, her heart lighter than it had been in days. “I wasn’t ready, but I am now. And I knew you’d understand.”
Hyunjin grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Of course I do! And you know what this means, right? We have to go shopping. Like, right now.”
Felicity’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Shopping?”
“Yes! You have such amazing taste in clothes already, but now we can really dive into finding outfits that let you express yourself exactly how you want!” Hyunjin’s excitement was palpable as he stood up, pulling her to her feet. “We’ll get you all the clothes you’ve been dreaming of. Dresses, accessories—everything! Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”
Felicity couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling with gratitude and joy. Hyunjin’s love for fashion was something they had always shared, but now, it felt like they were about to embark on a whole new adventure together. The idea of shopping for clothes that truly reflected who she was filled her with an excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I’d love that,” she said, smiling brightly. “I’ve been wanting to expand my wardrobe, but I didn’t know where to start.”
“Well, now you’ve got me,” Hyunjin declared with a flourish, spinning around dramatically. “We’ll get you the best wardrobe in town. Just you wait.”
Felicity couldn’t stop smiling as she imagined the two of them hitting the boutiques, finding pieces that made her feel even more like herself. It was the kind of friendship she had always valued with Hyunjin—their shared love for art and fashion, their ability to understand each other on a deeper level. And now, that bond felt even stronger.
But before she could get too lost in the excitement of their future shopping trips, Hyunjin’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought.
“Actually,” he began slowly, a glint of inspiration lighting up his face. “Would you… model for me?”
Felicity blinked in surprise. “Model? For what?”
“For one of my paintings,” Hyunjin explained, his voice full of passion. “I’ve been working on this new series, and I think you’d be perfect for it. There’s something about you, especially now, that’s so inspiring. You have this… light. I want to capture it.”
Felicity’s heart skipped a beat. The idea of being the subject of one of Hyunjin’s paintings felt deeply personal, almost intimate. She had always admired his artistry, the way he could turn emotions into vivid, expressive works of art. And now, he wanted her to be part of that.
“Are you sure?” she asked, feeling a little shy at the thought of being the focus of one of his pieces.
“Of course I’m sure!” Hyunjin exclaimed, practically bouncing on his feet. “You’re perfect for this. It’s not just about modeling—it’s about capturing who you are. Your essence. I think it would be beautiful.”
Felicity smiled, her chest warming with the weight of his words. Hyunjin had always seen her in ways that others hadn’t. And now, he was offering her a chance to be seen fully—through his art, through the lens of someone who accepted her completely.
“I’d love to,” she said softly, her voice full of gratitude.
Hyunjin’s face lit up, and he threw his arms around her in a quick, excited hug. “Yes! This is going to be amazing. We’ll make something beautiful, I promise.”
As Felicity hugged him back, she felt a sense of peace settle over her. Hyunjin’s acceptance, his excitement, and his willingness to see her for who she truly was meant the world to her. It wasn’t just about clothes or modeling for a painting—it was about being embraced fully, by someone who understood the importance of expression and identity.
And with Hyunjin’s support, she knew she was one step closer to sharing her true self with the world.

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Felicity sat cross-legged on the couch in the dorm’s living room, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. She had already come so far in sharing her truth with the members—Changbin, Chan, Lee Know, and Hyunjin had all embraced her with open hearts. Now, it was time to talk to Han, someone who had always felt like her mirror in the group. Their connection was effortless, their personalities so similar-not to mention being born within a day of each other-that they often joked about being twins.

She glanced at her phone. Han would be home from the studio any minute. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering nerves in her stomach. This was a big moment, and even though she trusted him, the fear of the unknown still lingered.

As if on cue, the front door swung open, and Han bounced in, humming a melody under his breath as he kicked off his shoes. His energy filled the room immediately, and despite her nervousness, Felicity couldn’t help but smile.

"Hey, Felix!" Han greeted, throwing himself down on the couch beside her with his usual carefree attitude. "What’s up? You look super serious. Something on your mind?"

Felicity took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was Han—her closest friend, the one who always made her feel at ease. She could do this. "Hey, Jisung. Yeah, actually… there is something I need to talk to you about."

Han immediately sat up straighter, his usual goofiness replaced by genuine concern. "Serious Felix time? Alright, hit me. What’s going on?"

Felicity smiled at his quick shift in tone, though her nerves didn’t disappear. "It’s something I’ve been sharing with the other members… and now I think it’s time I tell you too."

Han’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, curiosity replacing his usual playful demeanor. "Okay, I’m listening."

She hesitated for a moment, her heart racing, before finally speaking. "Jisung, I’ve realized something important about myself. I’m not Felix… not anymore. I’m Felicity. I’m a woman."

For a second, Han blinked, and Felicity held her breath, unsure of what his reaction would be. Then, without missing a beat, Han’s face lit up with pure, unfiltered joy.

"Wait—what?!" Han exclaimed, his eyes widening as a grin spread across his face. "Are you serious? Oh my god, I have a twin sister now? This is the best news ever!" He practically bounced on the couch, his excitement spilling over.

Felicity blinked in surprise at his immediate enthusiasm. "You're not... confused?"

"Confused? No way!" Han’s grin only widened as he reached over to squeeze her hands. "I’m beyond excited! You’re Felicity now? That’s amazing! I’ve always wanted a sister, and now I’ve got one! I can’t believe it!" His eyes sparkled with excitement, and he didn’t hesitate for even a second.

Felicity felt a wave of relief wash over her, her heart lightening at his response. "You’re really okay with this?"

"Okay? I’m more than okay! I’m thrilled!" Han practically shouted, laughing as he did. "Oh my god, Felicity, this is the best news ever! Wait, hold on, this calls for something special—" He suddenly leaped up from the couch and ran to grab something from his bag. "I’ve been saving this nail polish for a special occasion, and now is definitely the time! We’re painting your nails right now. I’m not even giving you a choice!"

Felicity laughed, feeling lighter than she had in days. "Han, you’re really something, you know that?"

"I know!" Han teased as he unscrewed the bottle of nail polish, a soft lavender color. "You’re gonna look amazing with this on. Trust me. Plus, now that you’re my sister, it’s my job to spoil you."

As he started painting her nails with meticulous care, he glanced up at her with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I saw these earrings the other day—dangly ones with little stars. The second I saw them, I thought they were so you. Now that I know, I’m definitely getting them for you. No questions asked."

Felicity’s heart swelled with emotion, her fears melting away as she watched Han’s joy and enthusiasm. "You really don’t have to do all this."

"Are you kidding? Of course I do!" Han insisted, applying the nail polish with concentration. "I’m your brother—I mean, twin sister duties come first."

Felicity chuckled softly, warmth spreading through her chest. "I don’t know what I expected, but this definitely wasn’t it."

"Well, what did you think I’d say?" Han asked, looking up from her nails with a grin. "You’re Felicity, and that’s awesome. And honestly? I’m so proud of you for telling me."

Felicity smiled, her eyes misting over with emotion. "Thank you, Jisung. It means everything to me."

"Of course," Han replied with a soft smile. Then, after a moment of comfortable silence, his expression turned more thoughtful, almost hesitant. "Actually… there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, too."

Felicity’s brows furrowed slightly, concerned by the sudden change in his tone. "What is it? You can tell me anything."

Han hesitated, taking a deep breath. "I’ve been thinking about this for a while… and I wasn’t sure when or how to bring it up, but now seems like the right time." He paused, then continued in a quieter voice, "I think… I think I’m gay. I’ve been questioning it for a while now, and I wasn’t really sure how to talk about it… but seeing you be so open and honest about who you are made me realize I need to be honest with myself, too."

Felicity’s eyes softened, and without missing a beat, she reached over to take his hand. "Jisung… I’m so proud of you. Thank you for telling me."

Han let out a small, relieved laugh, squeezing her hand back. "I wasn’t sure how you’d react, but… I wanted you to be the first to know."

Felicity smiled, her heart swelling with love and pride for him. "You’ve always been my best friend, Jisung. My twin. No matter what, I’ll always be here for you. I hope you know that."

Han’s eyes twinkled, a smile tugging at his lips. "I know. We’ve got each other’s backs, right? Always."

Felicity chuckled, nodding. "Absolutely."

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Felicity had been bracing herself for each conversation with the members, expecting a range of reactions—from confusion to excitement to deep emotional talks. And so far, she’d experienced all of that and more. But when it came to Seungmin, she really had no idea what to expect.
Seungmin was always calm, rational, and often the most level-headed of the group. He was never one for dramatic displays of emotion, but his quiet support had always been consistent. That’s what made this particular conversation feel different. Felicity wasn’t nervous—she knew he wouldn’t judge her—but she was curious how he’d react, knowing Seungmin wasn’t one for big, emotional conversations.
She found him in the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards, likely hunting for snacks or something quick to eat. His usual calm demeanor was evident as he quietly went about his task, humming softly under his breath.
Felicity leaned against the doorway, watching him for a moment, then cleared her throat to get his attention. Seungmin looked up, blinking at her before giving a small smile.
“Hey, Felix,” he greeted. “What’s up?”
Felicity smiled slightly at the use of her old name, knowing she was about to change that. She stepped into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, trying to figure out how to start. But with Seungmin, there was no need for dramatic introductions or deep lead-ins. She could just say what was on her mind, and he’d listen.
“I wanted to talk to you about something important,” she began, her voice steady.
Seungmin paused, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, though his expression remained calm and focused. “Okay, what is it?”
Felicity took a deep breath. “So, I’ve been talking to the other members about this, and now it’s time I tell you. I’m not Felix anymore. I’ve realized something about myself… I’m a woman. My name is Felicity.”
Seungmin didn’t blink, didn’t seem fazed at all. He simply stood there for a moment, his eyes studying her with that usual calm, thoughtful expression he always had.
“Oh, okay,” he said after a beat, his voice neutral and even.
Felicity blinked, a little surprised by how unfazed he seemed. “So… you’re okay with that?”
Seungmin nodded casually as if she had just told him the most normal thing in the world. “Yeah. Makes sense.”
She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or be confused by how easily he accepted it. Seungmin just went back to rummaging through the cupboards, pulling out a packet of ramen with his usual calm efficiency.
“I’m going to make some ramen,” he said, glancing at her over his shoulder. “Would you like one, Felicity?”
Felicity stood there, staring at him for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. Leave it to Seungmin to be so completely unfazed by something that had felt so monumental to her. His casual acceptance was almost comforting in a way she hadn’t expected.
“Sure,” she replied, still smiling. “Ramen sounds great.”
Seungmin nodded as if this was the most normal conversation they’d ever had, turning his attention back to preparing the ramen. There was no fanfare, no deep emotional response—just Seungmin being Seungmin, taking everything in stride.
As they sat down at the kitchen table a few minutes later, ramen bowls in hand, Felicity felt a sense of peace settle over her. She hadn’t known what to expect from Seungmin, but his quiet, no-nonsense acceptance had been exactly what she needed. It wasn’t a big moment, but it was a real one.
They ate in comfortable silence, the sound of chopsticks tapping against the bowls filling the space between them. Every now and then, Seungmin would glance at her, his expression still calm but thoughtful, as if he was processing everything in his own quiet way.
“So, Felicity,” he said after a while, his tone casual. “Any other life-changing news you want to drop on me today, or is this it?”
Felicity chuckled, shaking her head. “No, I think that’s it for now.”
Seungmin nodded, slurping his noodles. “Good. I can only handle so much excitement in one day.”
Felicity laughed again, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. Seungmin might not have been the most emotional or expressive person, but his quiet acceptance was a reminder that sometimes, understanding didn’t need to be loud or dramatic. It could just be a simple, “Oh, okay,” and an offer to share some ramen.
And that, Felicity realized, was exactly what made Seungmin’s support so special. He didn’t need to make a big deal out of it—he just accepted her for who she was, the same way he always had. And in that, she found a different kind of comfort, one that was steady and constant, just like Seungmin himself.

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Felicity found herself pacing outside I.N’s room, the last conversation she needed to have with her beloved members. I.N was the youngest, the baby of the group, but to her, he was more like a little brother. She had always felt protective of him, though he had matured so much over the years that it was easy to forget just how young he had been when they all started. They had grown close, and she always admired how socially conscious and thoughtful he was, even beyond his years.
Still, this was the last hurdle, the final step in her journey of telling her truth to Stray Kids. Everyone had been so supportive, each in their own unique way, but coming out to I.N felt especially significant. He had always looked up to her, and now she was about to ask him to see her in a new light—as his sister.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself before knocking softly on the door.
“Come in!” I.N’s cheerful voice called out.
Felicity pushed the door open, finding him sitting on his bed with a notebook in his lap, clearly working on something. When he saw her, his face lit up in that familiar, warm smile. “Hey, Felix!” he greeted, always full of energy. “What’s up?”
Felicity smiled at him, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. The sight of him, so comfortable and bright, made her feel more at ease. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath.
“I need to talk to you about something,” she began, her voice steady but tinged with nervousness. “It’s… important.”
I.N’s eyes immediately softened, his playful expression turning serious as he put his notebook aside. “Okay, what’s going on? Is everything alright?”
Felicity nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I’ve been talking to the other members about this, and now it’s time I talk to you.” She took a breath, preparing herself for the words she had said so many times now. “I’m not Felix. I’ve realized that I’m not the person everyone thinks I am.”
I.N’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, concern flickering in his eyes, but he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.
“I’m Felicity,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “I’m a woman, I.N. I’ve always been, but I’ve only just started accepting it.”
For a moment, I.N just blinked at her, his expression unreadable. But then, a slow, understanding smile spread across his face, and he nodded thoughtfully. “Felicity,” he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like it had always been there. “That makes sense.”
Felicity blinked in surprise. “It does?”
“Yeah,” I.N said, his smile growing. “I’ve always noticed how you carried yourself differently from the rest of us, how you never really fit into the whole ‘male’ thing as much as the others. I mean, I never really thought about it deeply, but now that you’re telling me, it makes perfect sense.”
Felicity felt her heart swell with relief. She had expected support from I.N, but his immediate understanding, his clarity about the situation, filled her with warmth.
“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice full of emotion. “I knew I shouldn't worry about how you’d react, but it's still a relief.”
I.N laughed lightly, leaning back against the pillows. “Of course I’d support you, Felicity. You’ve always been like an older sibling to me, supporting and caring about me. Besides,” he added with a playful grin, “it’ll be nice to have you lean into your feminine side a bit more. We’re kind of a very male group, you know?”
Felicity laughed, the tension in her shoulders finally melting away. “I guess you’re right about that. I’ll try to bring some balance.”
I.N’s face softened, and he reached over to gently touch her shoulder. “Seriously though, I’m happy for you. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been to keep this to yourself, but I’m proud of you for being true to who you are.”
Felicity’s chest tightened with emotion. She had been so worried about how the youngest would react, but now that the conversation was unfolding so naturally, she realized she had underestimated just how much I.N had grown and how deeply he cared for her.
“Thanks, I.N. That means a lot,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.
I.N smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth as he looked at her. "Come on, no need to get all emotional on me," he teased lightly, though his sincerity was evident. "You know we're always here for you. You're still our sunshine, and nothing's gonna change that."
Felicity chuckled, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. "Yeah, I guess I can relax now, huh?"
"Definitely," I.N said with a grin. He shifted on the bed, sitting cross-legged and motioning for her to get comfortable. "So, what now? Are you feeling better now that you've told everyone?"
"Honestly, I feel... free," Felicity said, settling back against the pillows. "I didn’t realize how much I’d been holding inside. It's like I can finally breathe, you know?"
I.N nodded thoughtfully, tapping his notebook absently. "Yeah, I get that. It’s like when you’ve been working on something for so long, but you can’t show it to anyone, and then finally, you get to share it, and it’s not just yours anymore. You feel lighter."
"Exactly," Felicity agreed, smiling at how easily he seemed to understand.
They sat in companionable silence for a moment, the weight of their earlier conversation having lifted, leaving a sense of ease between them. After a while, I.N broke the silence with a grin. "I’m really glad you told me, Felicity. I can't imagine how tough it must’ve been, but you’ve always been brave."
Her smile softened. "It was tough, but I knew I had to do it. You guys are like family to me, and I needed you all to know the real me."
"We’ve got your back," I.N said firmly. "Always."
Felicity felt a surge of gratitude as she nodded. They spent the rest of the evening hanging out in I.N’s room, talking about everything from music to future plans, the conversation flowing easily. It was like any other day, and that’s what Felicity appreciated the most—being seen, accepted, and loved, just as she was.
By the time she finally left I.N’s room, she felt lighter than ever. Every single member had accepted her with open arms, and I.N, her little brother, had done so with a level of understanding and support that made her feel even more at home in herself.
For the first time, she felt complete. She officially wasn’t Felix anymore. She was Felicity—and her family, her brothers, her real family, had embraced her fully.
And that was everything she had ever hoped for.

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It was a rare evening when all of Stray Kids had the night off, a peaceful reprieve from the whirlwind of schedules and rehearsals. The dorm was alive with the sound of laughter, the familiar banter and teasing filling the room as they sat around the living room, eating takeout and catching up on shows. But tonight felt different to Felicity. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel like she was hiding.
She glanced around at her members—no, her family—and saw them the same as ever. But there was an openness now, a warmth that wasn’t there before. Every one of them had accepted her without question, and that made this simple night together feel like a celebration in itself.
Felicity leaned back against the couch, a soft smile on her face as she watched I.N argue with Han over something ridiculous on the TV. Seungmin sat next to her, calmly munching on a snack, while Lee Know was sprawled out on the floor, scrolling through his phone. Hyunjin, always full of energy, was animatedly discussing fashion with Chan, who occasionally threw glances at Felicity, checking in without saying a word.
And then there was Changbin, sitting beside her. His hand brushed against hers every so often, a subtle but comforting touch that made her heart skip a beat. They hadn’t been openly affectionate in front of the others yet—not because they were hiding, but because they were still adjusting to this new chapter of their relationship. Felicity had already told Chan about them, but the rest of the members still didn’t know.
As she sat there, basking in the warmth of their togetherness, she realized this was the perfect moment to tell them. But before she could, Hyunjin’s voice cut through the playful chaos.
“Felicity,” he called, his voice light but with that familiar edge of concern. “You look so much happier these days. How are you feeling?”
Everyone’s attention shifted to her, and Felicity felt a warm rush of affection toward all of them. She hadn’t expected to feel so seen, so understood, but they had made this journey easier than she ever could have imagined.
“I feel… free,” she admitted, her voice soft but filled with emotion. “I don’t think I realized just how much I was holding back before. It feels so good to just be me with you guys.”
Chan smiled at her from across the room, his eyes soft with pride. “You’re not hiding anymore. We can all see the difference.”
Lee Know, ever the practical one, nodded, his tone casual but sincere. “You seem lighter. Like there’s this weight that’s been lifted off of you.”
I.N, who had been quiet for the last few moments, chimed in, grinning widely. “And I have to say, it’s really nice having you as my big sister now. It just feels… right.”
Felicity’s heart swelled with gratitude, and she smiled at each of them in turn. “I feel so lucky to have all of you. I was so scared to tell you, but you’ve made this easier than I ever expected.”
Han leaned back, smirking as he pointed at her. “Well, duh. We love you, Felicity. No matter what.”
Hyunjin threw an arm over Han’s shoulder, pulling him into a dramatic half-hug. “Exactly! And, by the way, you’re absolutely glowing. Seriously, you’re like a whole new person—just happier.”
Felicity blushed a little at the attention, but it was a warmth she welcomed. They were right—she did feel like a new person, or maybe more like the real version of herself she had kept hidden for so long.
“I feel happier,” she said softly. “It’s like I can finally just be me, especially here with all of you.”
Seungmin, still chewing food, gave her a small, approving nod. “Good. That’s how it should be.”
Felicity smiled at him, appreciating his simple, grounded support. She felt the weight of their acceptance fully settle around her, like a comforting blanket. But there was still one more thing she needed to share with them, and now felt like the perfect time.
“There’s something else I wanted to tell you all,” she began, her eyes flicking briefly to Changbin, who met her gaze with a gentle smile.
Everyone’s attention turned to her again, curious and expectant. Felicity took a deep breath, feeling Changbin’s hand subtly brush against hers in reassurance.
“Changbin and I… we’re together. We’ve been dating for a little while now.”
For a moment, the room was completely still. Felicity braced herself, unsure of how they’d react. But then, Han’s mouth dropped open in exaggerated shock, and I.N let out an excited “Whoa!”
Hyunjin, ever the dramatic one, threw his hands in the air. “Changbin snatched up the only girl on the team? Are you serious?” he said with mock indignation, grinning widely.
Felicity laughed, the tension she hadn’t realized she was holding melting away as the room erupted into laughter and playful teasing.
“Leave it to Changbin,” Lee Know muttered, his voice dry but with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I should’ve seen it coming.”
Changbin, ever calm and collected, just shrugged with a cheeky grin. “What can I say? I’ve got good taste.”
Felicity couldn’t stop smiling, laughing along with the playful banter. It felt so good to be here, surrounded by people who loved her, who accepted every part of her.
Chan, who had already known about the relationship, just smiled knowingly from his spot on the couch. “I figured it was only a matter of time before you told everyone.”
I.N, always the thoughtful one, leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “So, what’s it like? You two together, I mean.”
Felicity glanced at Changbin, who looked at her with such warmth and affection that it made her heart swell. “It’s good,” she said softly, her voice full of emotion. “Really good.”
Changbin nodded, his tone casual but sincere. “Yeah, it feels… right.”
Hyunjin smirked, leaning back in his seat. “Well, it’s about time someone in this group found love. Might as well be you two.”
Seungmin raised his snack in a mock toast. “To Felicity and Changbin—Stray Kids’ new power couple.”
The room erupted in cheers, laughter, and teasing, but underneath all the joking, there was a sense of true happiness and acceptance that made Felicity’s heart soar. She had come so far, not just in discovering who she was, but in sharing that truth with the people who mattered most to her.
And now, with the support of her brothers and the love of Changbin, she knew she could face whatever came next—together, as Felicity, no longer hiding, but fully and completely herself.

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The dorm was quiet, the others having already gone to bed after a long day of practice. But Felicity found herself in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water. She smiled when she heard soft footsteps approaching, knowing exactly who it was before he even appeared.

Bang Chan shuffled into the kitchen, looking just as tired but always awake enough to check on her.

"Can't sleep either?" he asked, his voice soft in the stillness of the night.

Felicity shook her head, sipping from her glass. "Too much on my mind."

He sat down at the kitchen table, and she joined him. This had become their ritual over the years—late-night conversations when the world felt a little too heavy or thoughts ran too deep.

"How’s it going, really?" Chan asked, his gaze steady, but full of the kind of concern only an older brother could have.

Felicity leaned back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling. "Better, honestly. I feel like everything’s out in the open now. I don’t have to pretend anymore."

Chan nodded, his eyes softening. "You don’t, and I’m proud of you for that. You’ve been so brave."

They sat in companionable silence for a while before Chan added, “Changbin’s treating you well?”

A small smile tugged at Felicity’s lips. “Yeah, he really is. He’s been everything I needed and more.”

Chan’s smile widened, his protective big-brother energy mellowing into a soft approval. “Good. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

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Felicity sat at the dining table, staring at a half-finished puzzle she and Seungmin had started days ago. It was supposed to be a rainy-day activity, but now it had become more of a daily tradition for them—sitting together quietly and working on it whenever they had free time.

Seungmin entered the room, holding two cups of tea, setting one in front of her as he slid into the seat opposite. “Still stuck on the sky pieces?”

Felicity laughed softly, picking up a piece and turning it over. “Yeah, it’s impossible. I think you picked this puzzle to torture me.”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, his expression neutral but amused. “Torture builds character.”

They worked in silence, the quietness of the room comforting rather than awkward. Every now and then, Seungmin would slide a piece into place with his usual calm efficiency, while Felicity tried not to overthink the shapes and colors.

“I like this,” she said after a while, her tone thoughtful.

“Like what?”

“This. The quiet moments with you. I feel like I can just exist and not worry about anything.”

Seungmin didn’t look up, but his eyes softened. “You don’t have to try so hard with us, Felicity. We’ve always just wanted you to be you.”

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Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled as he held up a tee shirt dress, spinning around dramatically in front of the mirror. “This is so you,” he declared, his voice full of excitement.

Felicity grinned, watching as he moved from one rack to the next with endless energy. Shopping trips with Hyunjin had quickly become one of her favorite things—his enthusiasm was infectious, and he always seemed to know what would make her feel beautiful.

“I can’t believe you get this excited every time,” Felicity teased, running her fingers over the soft fabric of a skirt she was considering.

Hyunjin turned to her, his expression serious but playful. “Fashion is a reflection of your soul, Felicity. And today, we’re reflecting confidence and beauty.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “How do you always make everything sound so deep?”

“It’s a gift,” he replied with a wink, tossing her a pair of sunglasses to try on. “And you’re going to look amazing in this.”

As they piled up their chosen items and headed to the fitting rooms, Hyunjin leaned over with a soft smile. “I love seeing you like this, you know. You’re glowing.”

Felicity felt a warmth spread through her, grateful for his constant support. “I’ve never had so much fun with clothes before. You’re a good influence.”

Hyunjin smiled, his eyes crinkling. “I know.”

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The gym was almost empty, the quiet hum of workout machines filling the space as Felicity wiped sweat from her brow. She and Changbin often found themselves here after a long day, enjoying the solace of a late-night workout when the dorm was too chaotic.

“Last set,” Changbin called from the weights, his voice steady as he finished his reps. Felicity smiled at how serious he always got when they worked out together—focused, driven.

After her final set, she collapsed onto the nearby bench, catching her breath. Changbin sat next to her, his hand brushing hers in that subtle, comforting way he always did.

“You’re getting stronger,” he said, his voice full of quiet pride.

“I have a good trainer,” she replied, nudging him with her shoulder.

Changbin chuckled, leaning back against the wall, his eyes scanning the empty gym before settling on her. “You make everything better, you know that?”

Felicity turned to him, her heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. “You do the same for me, Binnie.”

They sat there in silence for a few moments, the peaceful atmosphere making her feel closer to him than ever. It was moments like this—simple, quiet—that made their relationship feel so right. No pressure, no expectations, just them being themselves.

“Let’s stay here a little longer,” Changbin murmured, his hand finding hers and lacing their fingers together. “Just you and me.”

Felicity smiled, squeezing his hand gently. “Yeah. Just us.”

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Felicity stood by the stove, trying to figure out the next step of the recipe, while Han scrolled through his phone, searching for clarification.

“I swear it said to add the garlic now,” Felicity muttered, stirring the pan.

Han frowned at the screen. “Yeah, but this video doesn’t make sense. Wait—no, that’s not garlic, it’s ginger. Or is it both?”

They both stared at the ingredients, then at each other, before bursting into laughter. Cooking with Han was always an adventure.

“Okay, let’s just add both,” Felicity decided, tossing the garlic and ginger into the pan.

Han gave her a thumbs up. “If it turns out terrible, we’ll blame the recipe.”

Felicity chuckled, stirring the mixture as the kitchen filled with delicious smells. “Cooking with you is always an experience.”

Han grinned, leaning against the counter. “That’s because I bring excitement and chaos to the kitchen. But, hey, at least it’s never boring, right?”

She smiled, feeling a sense of ease wash over her. Han had that effect on her—he made everything feel lighter, like they could mess up and it didn’t matter as long as they were having fun.

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It was Friday night, which meant one thing: movie night with I.N. It had become their tradition, a chance to unwind from the week and catch up on films they hadn’t had time to watch. Felicity sat curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, as I.N flipped through the options on the TV.

“Are we going for action, comedy, or something that’ll make us cry?” I.N asked, his voice teasing as he raised an eyebrow at her.

Felicity chuckled, hugging her knees to her chest. “Let’s skip the tears tonight. Something light?”

I.N nodded, his fingers flying over the remote. “Comedy it is. I’ve got just the thing.”

As the opening credits of a goofy comedy began to play, I.N grabbed the bag of popcorn they had made and plopped down beside her. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the TV casting shadows across their faces.

Halfway through the movie, I.N nudged Felicity, his face lighting up in excitement. “You see that? That’s exactly what we should try next time we do a prank on Seungmin.”

Felicity shook her head, laughing at his mischievous grin. “I swear, your pranks are getting more elaborate by the day.”

“Gotta keep things interesting around here,” I.N replied, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Besides, you’re my partner in crime. You’ve got to help me come up with the good stuff.”

They both laughed, settling back into the comfortable rhythm of watching the movie. There was something about hanging out with I.N that always made Felicity feel at ease. He was younger, sure, but he had a way of making her feel like they were on the same wavelength—like they could laugh about the silliest things and still have each other’s backs when it mattered.

As the movie drew to a close, I.N turned to her, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Hey, Felicity?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad we have these nights together,” he said quietly, his playful tone replaced by sincerity. “I know I tease a lot, but you’re like family to me. These moments, they mean a lot.”

Felicity felt a warmth spread through her, her heart swelling with affection for him. “They mean a lot to me too, Jeongin. You’ve always made me feel at home.”

I.N smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good. Let’s keep this going forever, then. Deal?”

“Deal,” Felicity replied, smiling as she reached over to ruffle his hair. “You’re stuck with me.”

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The dance studio was quiet except for the soft hum of music playing in the background as Felicity and Lee Know stretched, preparing for another intense practice. Lee Know, as always, was focused—his eyes trained on the mirror, his movements precise. Felicity admired his dedication, even if it sometimes felt like he pushed himself a little too hard.

“You ready for this?” he asked, glancing over at her as he finished his stretches.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, rolling her shoulders.

Lee Know flashed her a small smile. “Good, because I’m not going easy on you just because we already had practice earlier today.”

Felicity laughed, knowing full well that he’d never go easy on her, no matter what. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

As the music started, they moved in sync, Lee Know’s sharp choreography keeping them on their toes. Felicity loved dancing with him—it was one of the things that had helped them bond early on. His instructions were always clear, his feedback honest but never harsh, and they had developed a rhythm together over the years.

“Faster on the turn,” Lee Know instructed after a particularly tricky move. “You’re hesitating.”

“Noted,” Felicity replied, focusing on her next set of steps.

They ran through the routine several more times, each time refining their movements until it felt seamless. When they finally stopped, both of them were out of breath but satisfied with the progress they had made.

Lee Know grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from his face as he leaned against the mirror. “You’ve gotten a lot better, you know.”

Felicity raised an eyebrow, surprised by the compliment. “Thanks. Coming from you, that means a lot.”

He smirked, tossing his towel onto a nearby chair. “Don’t let it go to your head. There’s still plenty of room for improvement.”

“I knew it was too good to be true,” she teased, grabbing her water bottle and taking a sip.

But there was a softness in his gaze that belied his teasing. “I’m serious though, Felicity. You’ve come a long way, not just in dance, but with everything. I see the difference in you, and I’m proud of it.”

Felicity smiled, touched by his words. Lee Know wasn’t one to throw out compliments lightly, so when he did, it carried weight.

“Thanks, Minho,” she said quietly. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He shrugged, his cool exterior never fully dropping. “You’re the one who did all the hard work. I just pushed you.”

They sat down together, the afterglow of a successful practice filling the room. Felicity leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment, feeling the calm wash over her. It was moments like this that made her grateful for the bonds she had with her members—especially Lee Know, who, despite his sometimes tough exterior, had always been there for her in his own way.

“You know,” she said, glancing over at him with a soft smile. “I’m really lucky to have you looking out for me.”

Lee Know smirked, shaking his head. “Yeah, you are.”

They both laughed, the sound echoing through the empty studio as the music continued to play softly in the background.

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Felicity had settled into her new identity within the group, embracing her femininity with the comfort and support of her brothers. Inside the dorm and among Stray Kids, she felt free. The laughter, the teasing, and the genuine warmth they all shared made it easy for her to be herself—her real self. It was liberating in a way that made every day feel like a new beginning.
But outside the safety of their tight-knit circle, things were more complicated. Publicly, she was still “Felix,” and though the members had started calling her “Lix” as a compromise, a way to avoid triggering her while still keeping her identity under wraps, Felicity knew that the world wasn’t ready for her truth just yet. She wasn’t ready, either.
Preparing for their next comeback meant a lot of things—endless rehearsals, photo shoots, and styling sessions. While she was leaning more into her feminine side, Felicity was also conscious of the need to balance that with how she presented in front of fans and the media. It was a delicate line to walk, but her members helped her navigate it with ease. They were always there, subtly shielding her, making sure she never felt out of place.
But there were moments when it became more difficult. Like today.
The stylist team had come in for their pre-comeback meeting, discussing outfit choices, hair, and makeup for each of the members. Felicity had been excited about it initially, especially since she had been growing her hair out and embracing more androgynous looks that leaned toward feminine. She had never felt more herself.
However, one of the stylists, who had worked with them before, had a different idea.
“We need to clean up your look, Felix,” the stylist said, her tone firm as she gestured to Felicity’s long, wavy hair. “It’s getting too long. We should cut it before the comeback photos. Keep things sharp.”
Felicity stiffened, the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in her chest. She didn’t want to cut her hair. It was one of the few things she had allowed herself to change, something that made her feel more connected to who she really was. But she didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t used to pushing back, not when it came to stylists who always seemed to know what was best for the group’s image.
“I... I kind of like it this way,” she said hesitantly, her voice soft but firm enough to express her discomfort.
The stylist wasn’t having it, though. “I know you like it, but it’s not about what you like. It’s about what looks good for the comeback. Trust me, a shorter cut will keep things fresh.”
Felicity’s heart sank, and she felt her resolve start to waver. She wasn’t sure what to say. Part of her wanted to fight back, but the other part of her still struggled with asserting herself outside of the safe space her members provided.
Just as she was about to give in, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
“Is there a problem here?”
Bang Chan’s voice was calm but firm, and when Felicity looked over, she saw him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable but intense. He had overheard the conversation, and immediately, his protective instincts had kicked in.
The stylist turned to him, still holding a pair of scissors in her hand. “Oh, nothing serious, just suggesting Felix go for a shorter look for the comeback. It’ll look sharper.”
Chan crossed his arms, his eyes steady and unyielding. “We make those decisions as a team, and each member has control over their look. So if Lix wants to keep longer hair, that's what is going to happen.”
Felicity felt a wave of relief wash over her. Chan had always been her protector, her older brother, and in moments like this, she was reminded of just how deeply he cared. He wasn’t making a scene—he was simply making sure her voice was heard.
The stylist hesitated, clearly taken aback by Chan’s directness, but eventually nodded. “Of course. If that’s what Felix wants.”
“Thank you,” Chan said, his tone polite but final. He glanced at Felicity, giving her a reassuring nod. “You decide what you’re comfortable with.”
Felicity smiled at him, gratitude swelling in her chest. “Thanks, Chan.”
Once the stylist moved on to discuss other members’ looks, Chan lingered for a moment, giving her a soft, encouraging smile. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Remember that.”
“I know,” Felicity said, her heart warm with appreciation. “I just didn’t know how to say it.”
Chan patted her on the shoulder gently before heading out, leaving her to think about how far she’d come—and how much further she still had to go.
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Later that day, Felicity stood in front of the mirror at the salon, a stylist hovering behind her, waiting for her decision on what to do with her hair. She had made up her mind earlier. No, she wasn’t going to cut it short, but she had been wanting a change.
“I think I’ll dye it,” Felicity said, her voice more confident this time. “A light brown, something soft.”
The stylist smiled and nodded, pulling out the color samples. “Great choice. It’ll look beautiful on you.”
As the stylist worked on her hair, Felicity felt a quiet sense of satisfaction. She was still keeping her identity under wraps, but she had control over how she presented herself in the ways that mattered. It wasn’t a drastic change, but it was enough for her to feel more like herself, to feel seen—even if only in small ways.
Once the dye had been applied and processed, the stylist blow-dried her hair, and Felicity stared at her reflection in awe. The light brown color suited her perfectly, soft and warm, highlighting her delicate features. It was a small but significant step toward being herself in the way she had always wanted.
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When she returned to the dorm, the rest of the members were in the kitchen, sitting around the table, eating dinner. As soon as Felicity walked in, they all looked up—and Changbin nearly choked on his food.
“Lix—” he sputtered, quickly grabbing a glass of water to recover, his eyes wide with admiration.
Felicity laughed, her cheeks flushing at the way Changbin was staring at her. His smitten expression was impossible to miss, and it made her heart flutter.
“What do you think?” she asked, turning slightly so they could all see the new color.
Changbin finally managed to swallow, still looking completely flustered. “You look… amazing. Wow.”
Han, who was sitting next to Changbin, grinned and nudged him playfully. “Careful there, Bin. You’re gonna pass out.”
Hyunjin, ever the fashion-forward one, jumped up from his seat, rushing over to get a closer look. “It’s perfect! Seriously, the color is so you, Lix. It’s soft, but it pops. I love it!”
Felicity smiled shyly, feeling the warmth of their compliments settle in her chest. Even though she was still navigating her public identity, moments like this—when she could be herself with the people she trusted most—made everything feel right.
Changbin, still looking a little dazed, finally found his voice again. “You’re gonna make it really hard for me to focus during rehearsals now.”
Felicity laughed, her heart swelling with affection. “I’ll try not to distract you too much.”
Hyunjin smirked, leaning over to whisper loudly to the others. “Changbin’s got it bad, he’s too smitten to even eat.”
The table erupted in laughter, and Changbin, red-faced but grinning, just shook his head. “Hey, can you blame me?”
Felicity smiled, her heart full as she looked around at the people who had become her family. No matter what challenges lay ahead, she knew she wasn’t facing them alone.

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The atmosphere in the conference room was tense, though not outwardly so. The members of Stray Kids sat around the table, their expressions calm but focused. They were about to have one of the most important meetings of their careers, and everyone knew it. It wasn’t about an album, a concert tour, or even a brand deal. This meeting was about something much bigger: Felicity’s future, and by extension, Stray Kids' future as a group.
Felicity sat between Bang Chan and Changbin, feeling the weight of what was to come. She was ready—more ready than she’d ever been—but the anxiety still simmered beneath her calm exterior. Today’s meeting with the lawyer was the final step in preparing themselves for the bigger meeting with JYP executives. The entire group was here because this wasn’t just about her; it was about all of them.
The lawyer, a no-nonsense woman named Yoon, had been recommended by a trusted friend within the industry. She specialized in entertainment law and had worked with artists and groups in situations where their personal lives intersected with their professional ones. She had an impressive track record, and the moment she walked into the room, the atmosphere shifted. She radiated confidence and authority, which was exactly what Stray Kids needed right now.
“Alright,” Yoon began, sitting down and glancing at the group before focusing on Felicity. “I understand you’re ready to publicly come out as Felicity. Is that correct?”
Felicity nodded, feeling her heart race slightly. “Yes. I’m ready to be myself in front of everyone. But we’re concerned about how JYP will react… and what that might mean for me—and for us.”
Yoon leaned back in her chair, nodding thoughtfully. “I’ve reviewed the details of your contract with JYP, and I’ll be blunt—it’s not unheard of for companies to push back on something like this, especially when it comes to image and branding. However,” she paused, her gaze sweeping across the group, “you have leverage. Stray Kids is one of the most successful groups under JYP right now. They need you just as much as you need them—maybe even more.”
Chan, ever the leader, leaned forward slightly, his expression determined. “We’ve made it clear between us—this is all or none. Either they support Felicity and keep her safe, or Stray Kids will walk. We’re prepared to leave JYP if necessary.”
Yoon gave him an approving nod. “Good. That’s the right stance to take. Solidarity is key here. If you’re united, it’ll be much harder for JYP to push back or try to isolate Felicity.”
Han, who had been listening intently, spoke up. “We’ve been thinking about that. If they don’t support her, we’re ready to start our own company. We’ve talked about it before, and we want to be prepared for whatever happens.”
Yoon’s eyebrow lifted slightly, impressed by their foresight. “That’s smart. Having a backup plan gives you even more leverage. And with your fanbase and global reach, starting your own company isn’t an impossible task. It would be challenging, sure, but you’d have the support to pull it off.”
Seungmin, who had been quiet so far, spoke up next, his tone calm but firm. “We’re not just concerned about the public reaction. We need JYP to actively protect her. If they don’t, we won’t stay.”
Yoon nodded, her expression serious. “That’s understandable. The public can be ruthless, especially in the world of K-pop. You’ll need their full backing to ensure that Felicity is safe from harassment or discrimination. And given how fiercely loyal your fanbase is, JYP will likely recognize that they can’t afford to lose you.”
Changbin, his voice quiet but full of conviction, added, “It’s not just about business. This is about family. We won’t let them treat her differently.”
Felicity felt a surge of warmth at Changbin’s words, and she glanced around the table, seeing the same fierce determination reflected in the eyes of every member. They had all come together for this, standing by her side without hesitation. It wasn’t just about her career or theirs—it was about making sure they could all move forward together, as one.
Yoon leaned forward again, her tone more measured now. “When you meet with JYP’s executives, you’ll need to make your stance clear—calmly, but firmly. They need to understand that you won’t compromise on this, and that Felicity’s safety and dignity are non-negotiable. You’ll also want to discuss the terms of your contract moving forward, especially if this becomes a public announcement. They’ll need to be prepared for the media and public response.”
Hyunjin, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during the meeting, finally spoke, his voice steady. “We know the risks. We’ve talked about everything that could happen, but we’ve decided—there’s no way we’re going to let JYP dictate how Felicity lives her life.”
Yoon smiled slightly, clearly impressed by the unity within the group. “That’s the right attitude. Stick together, and they’ll have a much harder time resisting.”
Felicity took a deep breath, feeling a surge of gratitude toward her members. “I’ve been so worried about how the company will react,” she admitted, her voice soft. “But knowing you’re all with me… it makes everything feel more possible.”
Bang Chan gave her a reassuring smile, his voice gentle but strong. “We’ve got you, Felicity. Whatever happens, we’re in this together.”
Yoon glanced at her notes, then looked up at the group. “So, let’s go over what you’ll say during the meeting. It’s important that you lay everything out clearly, so there’s no room for misinterpretation.”
For the next hour, Yoon guided them through potential responses from the company, helping them prepare for every possible scenario. She coached them on how to handle pushback, how to negotiate if things got tense, and how to stay united, no matter what.
As the meeting wound down, Yoon stood, her expression confident. “You’re ready. Just remember to stay calm, stay united, and don’t back down from your position. You have more power here than you think.”
The members thanked her, their resolve stronger than ever as they prepared for the next step—the meeting with JYP executives.
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A few days later, the morning of the meeting with JYP arrived. The air was thick with tension, but it wasn’t the kind that left you feeling defeated. It was the kind that fired you up, made you sharp and ready for whatever came next.
The members filed into the meeting room, dressed professionally but with an air of quiet defiance. Felicity, again sitting between Chan and Changbin, felt a surge of nervous energy but reminded herself that she wasn’t alone. Stray Kids was here, and they were all ready to fight for her.
The JYP executives entered soon after, and the meeting began. The room felt charged with anticipation as Chan, as the leader, laid out their position.
“We’ve come to discuss how things are going to move forward,” Chan began, his voice calm but commanding. “Felicity is ready to be herself publicly, and we need to know that JYP will support her, fully and without reservation.”
The executives exchanged glances, but before any of them could speak, Yoon’s calm, measured voice cut in. “Stray Kids has made it clear that they will not continue under JYP unless Felicity is supported and protected.”
Felicity’s heart raced as she listened, but when she glanced at her members—at Changbin, whose hand rested on the table beside hers, at Chan, whose presence was calm and strong, and at the others, each of them resolute—she knew they were ready for anything.
This was their moment. All or none.