A "Perfect" life -Lee Felix centric

Exhaustion

Two weeks later, one week before their comeback, and Felix's life had become a seemingly endless cycle he managed to blank out more often than not. Dance practice, interviews, be forced to eat, throw up, workout, cut, "I'm fine", rinse, repeat.

Today's strenuous activities included dance practice at 6am and a fan meeting in the afternoon.

Felix wasn't sure he could do it.

It was one week until their comeback already?

To Felix, the days had blended clumsily together in a blur of repeated routines and bloodied water. He lay in bed as his alarm blared beside him, his eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling as he reached over and slammed the off button robotically.

He ignored the way every fibre of his body ached and burned, his throat raw, his stomach an empty pit and his thighs a marred battleground.

The blonde emitted a low groan as he swung his trembling legs over the side of the bed, fighting the dizziness as he did so.

"Just a couple of hours", he assured himself as always.

His mind stowed away the impending fan-meeting with it's inevitable chaos and noise, classing it something he could worry about once he had dealt with his first issue.

Blinking away the spots clouding his vision, Felix changed into his dance attire which today consisted of a baggy hoodie, joggers and a beanie to cover the increasingly greasy hair he hadn't had the motivation to wash recently.

He then headed towards his bathroom and begrudgingly wiped down the mess of blood he hadn't been bothered to clean up the previous night.

When he had finished, he flushed the red stained toilet paper he had used, down the toilet and sat again on his bed.

Felix knew if he sat there long enough, it would be time to leave and he'd have "conveniently" missed breakfast as a result of "accidentally" sleeping through his alarm.

It wasn't as if he would bore -he had his self-deprecating thoughts to consume him after all.

Sure enough, Han came name knocking on the door shouting that they needed to leave, and throwing the door open to find Felix making a show of frantically looking for his shoes.

The drive to practice was only moderately enjoyable as a result of Hyunjin happily showing him some photos of his latest artworks.

The actual practice was not as passible.

The usual berating came from their dance coach if Felix so much as dared to misstep.

After three run throughs he began sweating through his clothes. After six run throughs his whole body trembled unforgivingly. After ten run throughs the world began to spin even while he stood still, and the rest of the group watched in horror as Felix crashed to the ground in front of them.

HYUNJIN "POV"

Felix didn't look quite right and Hyunjin knew it. He hadn't exactly looked all right for weeks now, but watching him in the practice room mirrors, Hyunjin noticed as his body wavered at every move. He also noticed as Felix lost his balance somehow from his hunched position with his hands on his knees, but he didn't notice soon enough.

Hyunjin watched with wide eyes as the sunshine boy he admired so much, fell to the floor with a sickening thump.

It wasn't elegant or in slow motion like the movies made it seem. It was a fast, sudden and unstoppable moment.

Chan was the first to break out of his stupor and rushed to Felix's side, dropping to his knees and gently lifting the frail boy's head from the hard floor and into his lap.