Fluffy SKZ oneshots🧸

Not sleepy🌡️

Sickie: Felix

Caregiver: Seungmin

No one's POV.:
Chan stood in the kitchen sipping his morning coffee. Their schedule would be rather relaxed today. Dance practice till lunch, then they could split up to work on songs on their own or in smaller groups. He knew 3racha would be in the studio together and suspected the dance line and vocal line to form teams of their own. Most members were already up and had had breakfast before getting ready for the day. The only one still asleep was Felix and the leader thought if he didn't wake up in the next five minutes, he'd have to wake the younger because he couldn't let him go to dance practice without eating something first. His thoughts were interrupted when said younger Aussie walked into the kitchen, sleepily greeting the oldest with a low "Good morning." Smirking Chan replied: "Sexy", as he referred to the younger's raspy morning voice. Felix offered a small smile before helping himself to some cereal. He gave a small cough, as the first bite irritated his scratchy throat before asking: "Hyung, what's first today?" – "We'll have dance practice till lunch. You should probably hurry a bit, since you slept almost thirty minutes longer than anyone else", the leader replied, finishing his coffee and washing the cup. The younger's eyes widened and his voice cracked, coming out much higher: "I did?". Chan chuckled and sat down next to his dongsaeng. "We figured if you were still asleep, you needed it. I was about to wake you, just before you walked in. Don't worry, we wouldn't have let you run late", he smiled, running his hand through Felix messy bed-hair. He kept the younger company while he ate and volunteered to wash Felix' bowl so the other could get ready.

Dance practice had seemed like an impossible task to Felix that day. Sure, he usually loved to dance but he hadn't properly woken up by the time they arrived at the practice room and the sleepy fog in his brain remained there for the rest of the day. No matter how hard the young dancer tried to focus on the music blasting through the speakers, he kept losing the beat. Chan called for a water break and everyone made their way towards there bags to get a drink. Not really paying attention to what he was doing, Felix bumped into Hyunjin, immediately apologizing. Bending over his own bag, he patted his cheeks a few times, hoping to shake himself out of it. He didn't know why, but he just didn't feel like himself today. The Aussie sat down against the wall and sipped on his waterbottle, sighing when the cool liquid hit his throat. It wasn't particularly hurting but it had felt a bit irritated all morning. Sitting down sadly proved to be a mistake only a few minutes later, when Chan and Minho called them to their starting position to resume practice. The boy put his bottle away and pushed himself up but had to lean against the wall for a few more seconds as black spots danced inn his vision. The leader shot him a confused glance, which went unnoticed by the younger. It wasn't like Felix to take this long to get back to practice. The dancer was usually very motivated to improve his moves, regardless of how tired he might be and he couldn't possibly be tired after sleeping in that long.

They still had another two hours of dancing to complete before taking a break for lunch and Felix wasn't improving at all. If anything, he kept messing up more than in the beginning. His head felt cloudy and spun every time he moved to fast, which happened quite often considering their choreography. His limbs felt heavy, barely following the instructions of his muddled brain, muscles burning as the dancer forced himself to move faster, more expressively. "Come on Felix, you've been sleeping soo long today. You can't possibly be tired mate", Chan sighed, slinging an arm over the younger's shoulder as they walked to get some more water. The dancer was glad for the other's touch because it kept him from running into things like he did earlier. He was a bit frustrated however, he knew he was letting his group down with how much mistakes he made. Truth was, the Aussie didn't sleep nearly enough the previous night. He had been tossing and turning for most of the night, headache forming when he kept waking up only minutes after dozing off. The headache was still present and had only increased the longer he was awake. With the pounding behind his eyes, the dancer slowly felt his nose closing up and he struggled even more to dance, panting through his parted lips. He couldn't breathe properly and the lack of oxygen only increased the dizziness. It seemed like a miracle that he made it through the entire practice without collapsing.