A "Perfect" life -Lee Felix centric

Photoshoots

A week had passed since Felix had discovered his new form of self-destruction, or in his head -salvation.

The group had been practicing non-stop for their newest comeback, filming reality shows, music videos and interviews, as well as going through many photoshoots.

Felix was faltering. Over the week, his body had only become weaker and he had only become more tired. His ribs had become more prominent and his stomach more sunken in.

His under-eyes were similarly sunken, meaning without make-up the boy looked positively zombie-like.

It was a Sunday, which for most others would have meant a day free of work. But for full time idols so close to a comeback, it was just another day of toil.

The group were on their way to another photoshoot and the drive there was short -only ten minutes or so.

When they arrived, Chan being Chan, took the lead and guided the rest of the group who followed him like ducklings, to the shoot on time.

They were led to hair and make-up first, where they all sat down on individual chairs with a different hair stylist and make-up artist each.

Felix was the first to be finished with, and when he looked into the mirror, he was shocked at the improved version of himself he saw. His under-eyes were bright, small rhinestones adorning the inner-corners, and his hair lightly curled in a way that made him almost resemble a fairy.

After taking a small glance to his sides through the mirror, he could tell the rest of his group were in admiration too.

He was gestured into the wardrobe area, a large room lined with rows and rows of clothes in all styles and colours. He worried a little, but not too much that he would have to be apart from his warm oversized hoodie for at least a little, because what with it being winter and all, he knew they wouldn't pick something short-sleeved for him to wear.

Summer was a problematic line he would have to cross when he got to it.

It seemed outfits had been readily picked out for all eight of them already, and Felix watched as an employee shuffled through them for the one labelled "Lee Felix -Stray Kids".

She quickly found it and pulled it from the rack, and Felix saw nothing wrong with it at first.

The outfit consisted of a simple, black, long sleeved top with a mesh collar and a slightly glittery tint to it, and a pair of similarly black trousers of a more shiny plasticky material.

He smiled as the employee handed it to over and left him after giving a 10-minute warning for when he was required in the photoshoot room.

Felix then entered the large dressing room that held similarly large mirrors on each wall.

He pulled the curtain shut behind him and hung his outfit on the metal hook opposite.

Only then did he see the issue.

"No..." he breathed out quietly, trembling slightly as he did so.

"No, no, no, no, no" he repeated.

The top had a sheer mesh back to it, something which would mean the silhouette of his back and waist would be clearly seen by others.

he couldn't wear that, he just couldn't.

everyone would see how fat he was, how disgusting he was.

Felix began to breathe faster, his hyperventilating not helping his almost constant dizziness, which now seemed to follow him everywhere.

This was not a good time to be having a panic attack, so in an attempt to calm himself down he thought- it's ok, your other members won't be watching, stay won't be watching, only the photographers will be there. As long as they only take photos of you facing the front, you'll be fine.