Little Lix

Chapter Two: Scratch that: It's VERY Difficult

Sorry Friends, I was high off "the dumb" while writing this chapter :)

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Mornings in Stray Kids’ dorm were always... fun, to say the least.

Usually, it consisted of three pots of coffee, one missing shoe, and a lot of screaming.

This time, Felix slept in. Unintentionally, of course. He slept through his alarm, like a rookie would.

Life hated him right now, it seemed.

"Felix! Get your ass out of bed! We're gonna be late for your doctor’s appointment!" Chan screamed at him, pulling his covers completely off.

Felix groaned, putting his pillow over his head in hopes to catch a few more moments of shut eyes.

"Not gonna happen." Chan scolded, taking his pillow away as well.

He sat up, half asleep. His mind was slow to catch on to what was making Chan so urgent.

He wanted to scream in frustration, remembering that he had a doctor's appointment today. Though it was probably a good thing, his wrist was throbbing from the second he woke up.

What time was it anyway?

Checking his phone through blurry eyes, the time read 9:08 AM.

No wonder Chan was so worked up.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, moving to stand up. Once he stood up, he almost fell back down.

Fuck Iron deficiency, honestly.

He steadied himself before pulling out clothes for the day. Biting his lip, he quickly found his first problem of his day.

How was he supposed to get dressed? He couldn't get dressed last night, he doubted he can get dressed today.

He didn't want to inconvenience anyone though, he hated asking for favors.

Minho came in his room, taking note of his dilemma. "Chan told me to come get you. Do you need help getting dressed?" He asked.

"Yeah, that'd be great."

Minho grabbed the clothes Felix was holding out of his grasp.

"Arms up." He commanded; a command Felix was quite growing accustomed to (something he definitely should not be).

He lifted his arms, and Minho took his shirt off, immediately replacing it with a clean one.

He pulled down Felix pajama pants after and bent down holding the new pair open for Felix to step into.

Blushing madly, Felix held onto Minho's shoulders and stepped one foot into the pants, the other soon following.

Minho pulled the pants up his legs and thighs and buckled them when they rested at his hips.

Felix knew that Minho, like the rest of the group, had a natural instinct to do these things and care for people, even if they weren't Littles. Unfortunately, Felix was a Little, and being taken care of constantly had side effects.

And yes, Felix constantly had these types of thoughts. 'I am a Little, unfortunately' 'If it were any other person, it would be different'

It can get quite repetitive.

But such is life. History repeats itself even. Repetition is the only way to maintain habits or life mottos.

Though Felix couldn't be sure if constantly worrying about exposure is a good motto or not.