@ifelforyou ; changlix

⌁ apologies ⌁

lee felix digs his hand back into the dorito packet, craving another kick of spiciness. the boring game show on the TV in front of him blares forlornly, the voice of the host rattling the house. he sits lazily, sleepily eating the doritos he had saved for such occasions.

he was comfort eating, hiding himself up in a hole that only allowed delicious and frankly unhealthy foods, and horrible TV shows that had multiple episodes so he could binge watch them constantly.

felix distracted himself with these things, not letting his mind wander to other, worse topics.

just as he was about to take another dip into the dorito packet, a knock sounded at the door.

the blonde haired boy sank further into his blankets and pillows, unwilling to move from his make-shift nest of comfort.

another string of knocks. this time it was louder, with more force. the recipient behind it was stubborn.

felix's mind ran through a list of people it could be, coming to a quick conclusion that he didn't know. he had cut off conversation with most people (including twitter, he was still missing) and hadn't made any plans for the night. even changbin was supposed to be working, and had informed felix he'd see him the next day, hopefully with the news that he'd yelled at a certain pair of people. felix lay confused, hand stilling in the packet of crisps.

he was about to get up and peer through the peep hole of his front door when he heard a voice.

"felix? please open the door. i know you're in there."

felix froze at the voice. his brain, being fuelled on shitty junk food and entertained by poorly produced TV for the last hour, gave up with trying to recognise it.

then again, who wanted to see him so badly as to knock so loudly and yell his name?

unwrapping himself hastily and throwing the half eaten packed of doritos to the side, felix practically ran to the door.

"felix, i swear to god, please open the door. the neighbours think i'm insane."

oh. now that the only thing seperating him and the voice was a wooden door, he could clearly tell who it was without even looking.

he peered through anyway, and yup, lee minho was pacing at his doorstep, exasperated and looking a mix of irritated and nervous.

panic signals went off in felix's mind as he took a step back from the door in defense.

being the incredibly mature intelligent being he was, felix bit out out a curt-

"fuck off."

and walked away from the door to return to his spicy doritos, nest of pillows and game shows, where people called lee minho didn't exist.

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half an hour later, he's almost falling asleep on the sofa, eyes fluttering shut and starting to softly slumber. the TV is still on, the re-runs of Friends being overlooked.

just as he's about to start snoring, his phone that lies haphardzardly next to him goes off with an obnoxious ring.

it breaks felix's sleep completely as it cuts through the calm atmosphere. his eyes open, visibly disgruntled.