Fluffy SKZ Oneshots EP.2🧸

A cranky sickie waking up puking🍼🌡️

Sickie/Little: Felix
Caregivers: Stray Kids

No one’s POV.:

It had been a while since Stray Kids’ last day off and also since Felix had last slipped with all of his caregivers present. He had been little on occasion for an hour or two before going to bed but since he didn’t want to bother anyone, there was one member at most to take care of him, if he didn’t slip completely on his own. Therefore it was safe to say that the members were elated to get a full day with their little sunshine and they’d make sure to make the day as special as possible for the boy. What none of them had been prepared for, was Felix seemingly waking up on the wrong side of the bed. 3racha had gotten up early and woke Hyunjin, so they could go over to their friends’ dorm before breakfast and get as much out of the day as possible.

When Chan punched in the code, they were welcomed by Seungmin lifting his index finger to his lips. Further down the hallway, they could hear Felix’ muffled cries, brows furrowing in concern. “Minho’s trying to get him dressed”, Jeongin whispered, setting up the little’s plushies on the couch. Placing a stack of coloring books onto the coffee table, Seungmin added: “Lixxie’s not in the best mood today. He wanted a small snack before breakfast but ended up spilling some apple sauce on his shirt and now he’s mad at Seungmin and Minho-hyung too because he insists that he needs to change his shirt.” – “I don’t think Minho-hyung will be getting cuddles today”, the maknae giggled. “As if Lixxie could ever hold a grudge”, Chan chuckled, starting towards his dongsaeng’s room. Staring after the leader with wide eyes, Seungmin warned: “I wouldn’t be so sure because today, he might.”

“Well, what do you want me to do, Lix. I wasn’t the one who got apple sauce on your shirt”, Minho sighed, trying once again to slip a fresh shirt over Felix’ head, “Now, come on. You can’t run around shirtless all day.” Sadly, Felix could see how his hyung was right. He was already starting to shiver a little, skin stinging. That didn’t mean that he wanted the shirt, Minho was trying to put on him. He’d much rather wear his pale yellow shirt, printed with a cat on the front. It was one of his most beloved clothing items when he was in his headspace and currently in the laundry basket after his earlier mishap.

Quietly greeting Minho, Chan crouched in front of Felix and cupped his cheeks. After gently brushing away the tears with his thumb, the leader hummed: “What’s wrong, Pixxie? Why so worked up, huh?” Felix pointed at the shirt in Minho’s hands, sniffing back tears. He didn’t want to wear that. “How about daddy’s sweater? You like wearing my clothes, don’t you? You always look so adorable in them and my sweater is really warm. Look at you, you’re shivering, love”, Chan smiled, gentle hands rubbing up and down the little’s arms. Giving a pathetic nod, Felix made grabby hands at the eldest and allowed him to slip the sweater over his head without any fuss. Like Chan had promised, his sweater was very cozy and the younger tiredly snuggled into the soft material as he was being picked up.

Chan carefully carried Felix to the living room, the little refusing to even look at Minho. Perhaps Jeongin was right and Minho had lost his cuddle-privilege for the day. The dancer sighed and ran a hand through his messy bed hair, following the two Aussies to the living room. He had a gut feeling that today wouldn’t be the joyous and playful hangout they had prepared for. It was kind of odd because Felix didn’t usually get sulky. Sure, he can get a little emotional and worked up over something as simple as not being able to wear his favorite clothes but he had never been cranky with his caregivers for that, only upset at the circumstances. Right now, it felt personal, which really couldn’t be more out of character.

When Felix woke up that morning, he was displeased to realize that he was on his own. He always loved waking up in his headspace next to one of his caregivers, so they could stay in bed for another round of snuggles. Sure, he could go to them, crawl under the blanket next to one of his dorm mates and still have a cozy morning but in his mind, the cozy atmosphere would be broken the moment his feet touched the ground. Besides, his caregivers knew that and they had made plans for him to be little all day. Usually, one would have a sleepover with him, so they’d wake up together but last night, no body had. They didn’t want his snuggles.