Little Lix

Chapter Three: Insanely Difficult

Sorry it took so long everyone!

It occurred to me that I haven't been putting trigger warnings on the chapters, and I'm going to start doing that.

TW: small panic attacks

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Life seemed to have it out for Lee Felix.

After that dreadful Thursday ended, things only seemed to get worse for him. 

Firstly, Chan confiscated his phone, saying it was too risky to give it to him when he had this state of mind. 

Which meant he didn't have his music, which was something he used as a crutch more often than not. 

Chan seemed to understand that though, and would let Felix use his phone for music, but it wasn't Felix's music, so it wasn't the same. 

Secondly, everyone seemed more focused and aware of him than ever before. Not only that, but they also never left him alone. Never. It was getting very hard to keep up a front of "perfect mentality" while they scrutinized every move he made.

They followed him everywhere. The kitchen to get a drink, his room to get something, the living room to sit down, the fucking bathroom to pee. It was nauseating. 

Thirdly, his cast was making being independent very very difficult, more difficult than it should've been. 

Bumping it on everything, unable to use it for anything, constantly being helped and being babied for it. 

All this went on for a week straight before Felix snapped. 

Before we get to the part of the snapping, let's see what happened leading up to it. 

Day one: Friday.

Woke up in day one, Felix realizing he slept in. 

Again. 

Hopefully, this doesn't become a habit.

But this time it didn't seem like his fault. It almost seemed like... his alarm didn't go off?

Though still half asleep, his brain was fully awake and was slightly confused by this conclusion. Why is his alarm off? He set it, didn't he? 

Oh, wait. He didn't, did he?

Remembering last night's events, he couldn't recall setting an alarm. Even if he did, didn't Chan take his phone? 

He got up, rubbing his eyes with his left hand, his right one unable to do much good due to the bulky cast. 

He pulled himself to his feet, going to his dresser and trying to get ready for the day. 

Key word: trying.

He got stuck in his shirt. His motor control seemed to have taken a vacation this morning. 

He wandered blindly into the kitchen where he hoped at least one of his bandmates were, trying to find help. 

Bumping into no less than three walls and a door jam, he finally entered the kitchen. 

"Helfp!! Someonfe, anyonfe, hewp!" He called out, unable to see anything. 

Unfortunately, in his blind crusade to get help, he didn't see 6/7 members stifling laughs and taking pictures of his predicament. 

Chan came from the back room, hearing the calls and coming to see the problem. He saw Felix, the poor boy, stuck in his shirt and calling for help, his jeans unbuttoned, and the others across the room laughing as quiet as they could while taking pictures.