[✔] HELLEVATOR ── chanlix

04.

    SOFT MURMURS, FOLLOWED BY the sound of shuffling was what Chan heard the moment he woke up.

Again.

This time, though, the voices were easily decipherable.

He could hear Felix grumbling out soft, "You said he wasn't going to pass out again!"

Followed by Seungmin's hushed, "I said nothing of the sort! You must be hearing things."

Though, much like the last time, the moment he made a single noise, everything stopped. Each murmuring person paused their speech and turned their attention to him, eyes wide.

Chan pressed his palm against his forehead, rubbing it in circles slightly before he adjusted himself to sit on the bed.

Changbin was the first one to say anything, giving Chan a pointed finger and an amused gaze, "If you're passing out this much, Chan, maybe you should start getting some proper sleep."

The brunet shook his head, stiffly cocking his head to the side to crack it, only to straighten his back and let his eyes fall on Felix again.

Felix was now standing, his hands awkwardly held together by his pinkies in front of him. On his face was a tiny smile, almost an apologetic one.

"Sorry if that was a bit much for you to take in, Chan. I'm sure it was quite the surprise," the silver-haired male chuckled awkwardly, positioning himself on the corner of the bed, "But it is the truth."

Raising a hand, Chan motioned for him to quiet down. He then shifted himself further up the bed, and leaned forward, his elbows now pressed against his thighs. "What do you mean 'and you're a prophet'?"

There was a loud snap, one made from the sound of a book being slammed closed, followed by a long, exasperated sigh.

Everyone's eyes turned and landed on Seungmin just as he pulled his round, silver glasses off of his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. Even Chan had to admit- he looked done with all of them.

"Felix, define a prophet."

He thought for a moment, his eyes turning down towards his lap. "Uh... aren't they like a, uh, a soothsayer or something?"

Chan watched as Seungmin's hand swung up, his palm making contact with his forehead with a loud smack. Jeongin let out an audible wince.

"The other thing, you imbecile. This is why you can't be trusted with anything."

Felix let out an offended gasp, and Seungmin's piercing gaze landed on Chan as he perched his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

Seungmin exhaled deeply, his tongue drawing over his thinned lips, "you're not a prophet. There is no God for you to be a teacher of his will or whatever. What you are, sweetheart." He rolled his shoulders back, straightening his posture, "Is a mess. You are a mess."

"I-"

"What he means to say, is that we don't know what you are," Hyunjin cut in, sending Seungmin a glare, "we haven't been able to tell what you are yet."

Hyunjin then yelped and grabbed at his calf. A triumphant Changbin smiled cheekily at him, as if he had done nothing wrong.

Chan rolled his lips between his teeth, and cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly. He didn't know what they meant by 'we don't know what you are', let alone half of what they were saying.

It just made no sense.

Felix had sighed seconds later, turning his head to glare at the two bickering males once again. His attention remained on them only for a few seconds before turning back towards Chan. Now, his lips were turned up into a smile- as if to say that he didn't know Changbin, nor Hyunjin.