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SKZ| Lee Felix 💙

How did I get here? A milkshake in my hand, I burritoed myself away under my fluffy white duvet. Nali stands over my head, hands on her petite hips, her permed crinkled blonde bob shakes in disapproval. A shy smile plays at my pale pink lips. The question she was asking bouncing around my already full brain.

“I don’t know what you mean…” it was quiet. She gently kneels onto my bed and slyly pushed my phone that is in my other hand down. I watch, my muscles relaxing, allowing her to do so.

“In here. In a funk. I can practically see smoke coming from your ears. Your brain is working overtime. More than usual! And according to the milkshake I just brought you, it’s nothing good.” Her sweet voice is somehow caring and teasing at the same time. I just brush her off, continuing my act of playing dumb.

“Hea. Don’t make me get Min Jun.” The absence of nicknames sends a shiver down my spine. Min Jun was a force to be reckoned with, she somehow knew me more than I knew myself.

“Noooo,” I whined out sitting up instantly. I knew my options now, and so did Nali. Tell her, or have Min-Jun come read me like a bedtime story from her childhood. Without a word I hand the faux blonde my phone, not having to unlock it for her as she already knew the password. Nali takes the phone happily and unlocks it to see what brought on my “funk.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. She scrolls through numerous negative comments on one of my most recent dance videos.

“They’re just jealous!” Comes her quick defense. That’s what I loved about Nali, and the other two girls that I was in group with. We will gladly fight anyone for each other.

“Yes, because I believe those commenters definitely want to be worked to their graves, no privacy, and haters.” I roll my eyes again.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” She counters, pushing the phone back in my face after typing on it for a second. It takes my tired eyes, and brain, a second to connect so that I can process the photo being shoved in my face. It was taken 3 days ago before our “vacation.” An award ceremony, P4ssion was nominated and won an award that night. The photo of me was taken from my left, showing my shy smile, left hand pushing some of my burgundy hair behind my ear, my right hand preoccupied being buried in the, only slightly, larger hand of a fellow idol.

My heart jumps in my chest. This other idol happened to be no one other than Lee Felix. There was no mistaking his icy blonde locks and those sharp eyes, blue contacts in. His face was split into a big grin. My eyes slide to his group mate to his left, my right. Bang Chan. He’s mid word, speaking to me and Felix, dimples on full display causing anyone in a 100 mile radius swoon. The photo cuts off as I see part of Kwan Mee, my other group mate, laughing at something the two boys, Hyujin and I.N, in front of her said. My eyes slide down the caption, “P4ssion X Stray Kids!! #1 Girl Group & #1 Boy Group…”

Nali waits for it to click, and only speaks when our eyes connect over the phone. This is why we are not supposed to tough the opposite sex. “They want to be you for more than popularity and looks, but because of the obvious chemistry between you and Felix in this photo.” My sharp laugh cuts her soon to be rant off.

“There’s no chemistry. We just shared congratulatory words… in a very English way. Handshakes are professional in America. Nothing more.” My hand pushes the phone out of my face, milkshake forgotten on my night stand. My stomach turns at the thought of it now.

Nali huffs out a mad pout and crawls, rather quickly might I add, over me. Sitting on my lower stomach as my upper half is bent against my beds headboard. The once comfortable position, not so much now. Her tiny cold hands grab my face on either side, squishing it together. My protests fall on deaf ears.

“Our haters are our biggest fans! Don’t listen to them Hea-eonni!!” She shouts in my face. I cringe back at the high decibels.

“Jung Nali.” the warmer, stern, voice of reason is now standing at my bedroom door. Nali’s head pops up, her back straightening, turning over her shoulder.

“Minnie tell Hea-Hea that she doesn’t need to listen to the meanies!” Nali is the baby of the group, if the whining and pouting didn’t give it away, her baby face did.

Not that I would have protested, but the menacing blonde pushed my face towards the group leader. Her slim, tone body on display in her sports bra and sweat pants. She was absolutely gorgeous, long, dark, pin straight hair cascades down her back falling just above her plump bottom. Min Jun was a fierce, caring leader. She loved to work out, and if it wasn’t for the standards we had to keep up with, she’d have a six pack. I knew they were there, just right under the skin and if she moved just right they’d show through. This was the play for the rest of her as well.

“While you are correct,” her calm voice gets closer. “You shouldn’t squish her like that.” She stops at the edge of the bed. Nali lets go of my face with a scoff. A sigh leaves from deep within my chest at the relief. Before I can thank her, Min Jun takes to pinching my cheeks. I squeal in protest wiggling to get away. In my struggles I don’t miss the small “weee!” Nali giggles out as I jostle her around with my ‘thrashing’. Minnie lets go of my cheeks after a few painful seconds with her own laughter.

As I’m taking deep life filling breaths, a hand is proposed to me with the best thing to exist. My headphones. Not ear buds, but one piece, across the top of your head, ear hugging headphones.

“Wanna let off some steam?” Minnie knows me so well, I swoon. Pushing the small girl off of me, I hop up with enthusiasm. I don’t miss the small “oof!” that come from the young member as she lands at the end of my bed.

“Min-eonni always knows how to get Hea-Hea out of bed.” She nods in approval, recovering from her gentle tumble. “Well, if you two are going to the studio. I’ll go help Kwannie with dinner!” She scurries out of my room and into the kitchen. Min Jun is already headed out of my room. I grab my phone from the now mess of my bed, looking to see if there are anymore notifications of importance. I only see the four faces of P4ssion looking back at me. I smile at the memory the photo brings.

We were drunk on happiness that night, we celebrated hitting top of the charts for the first time. We got a stranger to take our photo in .5x as we stand in a circle, all looking up slightly at the camera, all different expressions, pointers up symbolizing #1 low in the center. The picture is shaky, lighting is too bright from the flash, and our make-up is smeared from sweat and tears. It is pure happiness.

I also notice the small moon at the bottom of the screen, my phone has been put on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ Thanks, Nali.

I realize that I’m once again, not uncommonly, in my head. Min Jun is out of the door and probably in the kitchen by now. I shuffle quickly to catch up.

In my pursuit of catching up, I almost run smack into the taller women I was following. She has stopped in her tracks asking Kwan Mee when dinner was going to be done.

“Hitting the studio? Little HeaHea gotta lot on her mind?” Kwan Mee smirks a teasing smile, but I can see the concern in her eyes.

“Ha ha. Everyone point and laugh.” I mumble walking past Minnie, tapping my knuckles against Kwan Mee’s hand to let her know I was okay. It’s our thing. While on stage, in public, anywhere. We will check in this way, it’s subtle but has a huge meaning.

With that teasing look still on her face she responds, “30 minutes.” I’ve already made it to the stairs when I hear the words, nodding. Minnie isn’t far behind and makes a noise of acknowledgement.

Down the stairs is our dance studio, my favorite room in the house. I was quick to slip the headphones over my ears.

“You know how this works, hand it over.” Minnie stands in all her leadership glory, one hand out in front of her, the other placed on a hip.

“Yes ma’am.” I can feel the stress already starting to lift as my thought process swaps to the game we are about to play. My phone is in her hand and I take a few steps away, placing myself in front of the mirror wall. My headphones were already connected, she played a practice song so we can adjust the volume. Which has always confused me, because I like it all the way up. Once everything is adjusted, I give her a thumbs up signaling to her I was ready.

This was a game we always played when I needed to clear my head. I would give my group mate my phone, they’d pick a song and I’d dance. The catch was- I had to dance the original routine. If I didn’t know the routine, we had to swap and then I’d be in charge of song selection. When we first started playing the game, I hated swapping, so I took it upon myself to learn many different routines left and right. Sometimes we’d have everyone join, and then one would have headphones, while two wouldn’t and the other would be on song patrol. The two without headphones would have to guess what song was selected by the dance and join in. It was very fun and I loved every second of it.

I looked at Minnie through the mirror and I saw her looking through my songs. While I waited patiently for her to select a song, I glanced at myself in the tall mirrors. My black crop top sweater, with some worn off logo on it, moved with my bated breaths, exposing my pale tight belly to the world. In America, I’d be laughed at for how pale I was, but here it was something they found attractive. Not that I’d be super dark anyhow. My dad was of Scottish decent, sharing his ginger hair with me, that I dyed any ways. With that thought, my green eyes slide up to the freckles dusted across my nose. These are the only times I see them now-a-days. I can’t look “too American” my manager said to me.

My eyes continue to roam my figure. I noticed then, the sweat pants I am wearing were a bit big, pooling at my feet. For someone who loves to dance, I am the most clumsy person I know. With that in mind I quickly roll the waistband over twice, bringing the bottoms off the ground. I am back in ready position just in time to hear the beat of a song start.

I immediately recognize the opening. My eyes meet Minnie’s playful ones in the mirror. She’s either trying to kill me or she knows what had me all messed up and is now just teasing. I had a strong suspicion it was the latter because the girls love to tease me.

Teasing or not my body starts to move on its own. This song was muscle memory. My favorite. It got my heart pumping, blood rushing, sweat producing. It was a very energetic song. It also had many moving parts due to its many members.

Lee Felix’s voice erupts from the speakers, a deep “Maniac” crawls over my skin. Even though I loved to watch myself in the mirror, I lock eyes with Minnie behind me. My body knowing exactly what to do as it follows the dance pattern of Hyujin. I mouth a breathless easy, and I know she sees it because an evil glint flashed across her eyes. She knows the song would take a lot of stamina if I didn’t control it properly. But this time, I’m not singing so I can focus on my breathing. It’s almost too easy.

Seconds later the song is swapped. LALALA blasts from the headphones and it causes my body to stutter.

Not letting me finish a dance is the equivalent of not letting me release and Minnie knows this. She’s denying me right now. I grunt, and give my brain a second to recognize where we are in the song. It took me too long to regroup, and I can see the satisfied smirk on the devil herself.

Once I’m back in my grove, catching every step, my pattern is that of Han’s for this song. I watch as my hair swishes along with my head, across my face, headphones sliding slightly with the vigorous moves during the chorus. I can imagine the slaps of my feet on the hardwood floor, my labored breathing. This song wasn’t as much as the last, but tiring non the less. My glare isn’t missed by the leader as the song slows for a split second, my right hand comes up to do the little hand worm move; catching my breath.

I notice the ending coming up. I was already forming the threatening words on my tongue, but the song changes once again. I felt, not heard due to the new music blasting in my ears, mix between a scoff and a whine bubble from my throat. I could just stop and give her what she deserves, but I can’t. She’d win, and I’m pretty fucking competitive. My brain tries to place the song. GROWL.

My clumsy ass trips over my own fucking feet trying to change the pace, I’m pissed. I don’t let it stop me. I catch myself before my ass is plopped on the hardwood flooring. This song was definitely a let energetic song, more focused on the ‘sexy’ concept. If the lyrics didn’t give it away, the amount of times I have to grab the crotch of my sweats did. Working up a sweat, my body moves easily to the rhythm and memorized routine. I thought that this song was good for catching my breath, until I realize I’m humming along. Minnie knew I couldn’t resist singing this song and it dawns on me that’s why she chose this specific song. I drop to the floor, swinging my legs around, only to hop back up and continue.

Towards the ending, it gets to my favorite high note. With a deep breath in, I let out the note, but the song changes and this time it’s somewhere in the middle of the mystery song. My brain scrambles to catch up. My feet stop for a split second and it feels like I could collapse. Sweet Venom. Another sensual song. My hands are on my body, following along with all the moves, hips moving to the beat. When the chorus came, my pointer brushes my lips, my eyes glance back at Minnie behind me. Her eyes are flowing up my body, nodding. I see her prepare to swap the songs as she looks for another one.

Letting me almost get through all the songs played so far, I can guess we’ve been at this for give or take- 10 minutes. It’d be so easy to tap out. I don’t, of course. The last two songs letting me catch my breath some.

The song swaps after a few seconds and my muscle memory is on it again. GGUM. I don’t even look back at the devil torturing me. I quickly start to regret the decision to leave my hair down for the flare. It’s sticking to my skin in all the best, yet horrible ways. This song was fairly new to me, but I knew it had a move that lead into a drop split, only to bounce back up and I knew I wasn’t going to survive that. I hadn’t had time to practice, plus the fatigue that is starting to bear down on my body wouldn’t allow me to come back up so flawlessly. My hips snap in time with the music, choosing to repeat the first chorus pattern. If Minnie doesn’t agree with my decision, she doesn’t stop me.

I’m ready this time. She swap’s it. Chk Chk Boom. Another Stray Kid’s song. Minnie is out for blood! I get through the first chorus. It was the second time the chorus was playing, the move is one where you swing your right leg up and out, turning your body. This was my demise. I was used up. Tired, slick feet, I shift my weight with too much force, my body felt heavy. I swing my foot out too far causing me to fall forward, and my back foot holding my weight slips. Before my right foot can connect to the floor and steady myself, I’m falling. On instinct a squeal comes out, followed by an oof!

My hands shoot out to catch most of my impact. As I have been taught, I push back as soon as I feel them connect with the hardwood, jerking my body back and over. I roll, without much grace, over on my back spreading my legs out. My headphones have flown off in the mess of my clumsy chaos, already loose from the vigorous dancing. I can now hear my deep, labored gulps of air, along with the shrieking laughter of the Devil. My muscles scream at me as I lay splayed on the floor.

“Ar- Are y-you-“ more laughter. “O-o-okay?” My head lolls to the side, looking back at Min Jun. She is seated in the ground, arms wrapped around her stomach.

“Bitch.” The word comes out breathless, yet with so much venom. “Whore! Devil! Dumbass! Idiot! Asshole!” Whatever insult I could come up with is spit from my dry mouth.

I groan out, sitting up into a crisscross position after I have caught my breath. Min Jun is still laughing, but now she’s trying to crawl to me. With a scream, I’m scrambling up to get on my two left feet and trembling legs. Min Jun’s eyes widen and she screams, still laughing might I add, and she’s to her feet. I cut out sprinting for the dark haired devil, leg muscles screaming in agony. Of course she foresaw this and was already headed for the door.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you dead! That was cheap! You’re cheap!” My promises fall on deaf ears, Min Jun is already out the door and up the stairs- taking two at a time. I’m hot on her trail, reaching out to grab her shirt. She beats me to the top of stairs and zips to the left, all I see if the trail of that dark hair slip around the corner.

“Seoup Min Jun!!” I grab the corner of the wall, pulling my weight sharply to the left. I can see her laughing in the kitchen on the other side of the island that is placed smack dab in the middle. I’m making a bee line straight for her, but a pair of arms catch me, slamming me to a stop.

“Let me go so I can kill her!” I hear Kwan Mee laughing in my ear. I turn my head to my left, only centimeters away from my faux blue haired mate. She’s smiling and laughing quietly. Our eyes connect and she tries to hide that she is in fact, find this to be a laughing matter.

“No we need her. Who else will on take the responsibilities?” Kwan Mee, always a voice of reason… or teasing. I roll my eyes, snapping a glare to Min Jun. I can see Nali’s shoulders shaking with laughter as she is looking very interestedly at what was cooking in the pot on the stove.

“She didn’t play the game right! She was cheating.” It came out as a whine, once my arms settled in a cross over my chest. I was not really killer mad at Minnie, but I wasn’t pleased either.

“How so?” She pops a perfect eyebrow from across the kitchen.

“You didn’t let me finish a single dance, or have a break in between songs for that matter.” This time my voice was stronger, but snarky. Kwan Mee lets out a sarcastically loud gasp.

“That’s cheating Seoup Min Jun and you know that. It’s in the forbidden section in the games laws. Punishable by death I’m afraid.” Okay, now she was just plain making fun of me and I was not having any of it. A loud slap echos through the kitchen as my palm connects to the bare skinned arm still locking me in place around my waist.

“Harder!” My captor whines. I physically gag, pulling from her grasp.

“Ew.” I stomp to the counter to pour me a glass of much needed water. Kwan Mee just snickers and follows, brushing by me to help Nali with the dinner.

“You’re such a tease. That just worked me up more.” I grumble, putting the glass to my lips, gulping down the water.

“Well, you weren’t supposed to fall flat on your ass. That was supposed to be the big finish.” Minnie smiles slyly, setting the table for dinner.

“That’s our Hea-eonni! Clumsy as ever!” Nali giggles, still finding whatever is cooking very, very fascinating. I just roll my eyes and look to where I can be helpful. Minnie has the table set, and is starting to set up for a live I had forgotten about.

“Oh by the way, tomorrow field day, there is a change of plans.” Minnie mentions, out of nowhere.

“Hea, dinners ready.” Kwan Mee says, starting to plate everything. That was my cue to help, so I do just that and bring finished dishes to the table.

“How so? Does it have to do with the outfits we got today?” Nali was the one to respond, glancing out into the living space. I follow her line of sight to see that there is in fact, four new outfits hanging from the clothes rack we kept in the space.

“Well, location has changed, what we will be doing during the field day has changed, and apparently we will be guests. Essentially doing a collaboration video with another idol group. Something about it bringing in more fans, more money, more publicity.” Minnie says nonchalantly.

“Who’s the guest group?” I question, looking at the outfits trying to see if they would give me any clue.

“Well, apparently we are. We are their guests. Their managers came to ours and requested the video.” Minnie is sitting at the table, everything ready to start the live, but hasn’t hit the button yet. We all gather around the table, in our seats. The tablet we are using to do the live at the head, Kwan Mee to its right, with me beside her left, Minnie sitting across from Kwan Mee, and Nali sitting across from me.

“Min Jun, who are we doing a video with?” Kwan Mee is starting to get impatient at the suspense building. It’s not often our plans change, because usually they are planned months in advance. For our team to willingly change plans this short notice, they must be pretty important.

“Stray Kids.” Her eyes are looking at us all, gauging our reactions, but her eyes linger on me longer.

-zeni

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