fix it, felix

flow

I woke up with the feeling of someone shaking my arms. I gulped in a huge breath of air as I sat up slowly, clutching my chest. I was...crying in my sleep. I'm still crying. I almost had a heart attack seeing Minho sitting beside my bed, and then I also saw Chris napping on my couch with earphones in. That's new.

However, seeing Minho made me burst into a fit of sobs and I pulled him to me, crying into his chest as he tapped my back. "Shh, you were crying, that's why I woke you up...bad dreams?"

"I miss him..." I sniffed, getting a whiff of his almost-faded cologne. I opened my eyes and wiped my tears, when my eyes caught sight of the view outside.

W-wait. The sky outside my window's odd... "What happened? What time is it, Minho?"

"It's 5 AM Kat. You were sleeping for almost 12 hours. You fainted a while ago. Remember?"

I was walking home with Minho and Chris after we watched a movie at the theatre...yeah, I remember feeling my knees turn into jelly and my vision becoming hazy as I hit the concrete.

"Y-yeah...thank you for bringing me home."

"Of course. Do you need anything?" he asks. I shake my head at him.

Chris suddenly woke up, and when he saw me awake, he sat beside me, as well. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I think..."

"Do you need anything?" he asks again. "I can cook downstairs--"

"No, it's okay Chris. I'm good." I shake my head at him.

"You're good? Bullshit. Tell me, are you even sleeping daily? Are you even eating? You're so fucking thin. Your eyebags are so dark. You always looks so energy-deprived and you're so damn pale. I am so worried about you, Kat. Please take care of yourself. Please, Kat."

"Of course I'm eating!"

"Seriously, Kat, keep it together. This is a challenge, alright? You can't let it take over your life. God," he sighs, and rolls his eyes. "Think about what he'd feel if he sees you like this--"

"It doesn't matter, Minho, because--"

"Just please. We're always here for you, you know that, but you can't always depend on us every second, especially the younger kids. Jeonginnie even bakes you cookies and Jisung always treats you breakfast, even though they have classes. Woojin hyung brings you chicken. Chan hyung makes you bento boxes with broccoli--"

"Yeah, and they are always worrying about you, you know. Even before they sleep." Chris adds.

"Stop making me feel guilty, Minho. You too, Chris, please."

"Because you're acting as if--"

"Just go with the flow, Kat." Chris cuts him off. He then eyes me as he spoke again, "You'd be surprised at what would happen in the future if you just let things be for a while and not cry over everything."

I nodded, as Chris looks for something in the pockets of his jeans. Suddenly he looked disappointed, and then faced me, and handed me the hem of his shirt instead. "What the fuck are you trying to do?"

"Wiping your tears, dumbass, you're crying again," he says, wiping my cheeks with his shirt, "Damn, you're like a five-year old. When dis you turn into a crybaby? I haven't got any hanky so use my shirt instead. Or do you want to hand your shirt over, Minho, and strip?"

Minho rolled his eyes at him, and shook his head as his cheeks flared.

"Guys, oh my god. Stop acting as if I don't have a bunch of hankies and tissue in my room," I said, pulling a drawer open and taking box of tissues out.

Chan ruffled my hair, and smiles sadly. "Kat, it's not over, alright? Smile for us. Smile for him. It's not like it's the end."

"It's not even that deep--"

Chan sends Minho a glare. "Shut it, Minho."