Fluffy SKZ oneshots🧸

Nap time, baby🍼

Little: Chan

Caregiver: Felix

Requested by: @-hcllcvator 

No one's POV.:
Working on their new album, 3racha and especially Chan were getting back to the dorm later and later each night. Today was especially tough because JYP rejected almost half of the songs they had been working on. When the clock was nearing two in the morning, Chan sent his two dongsaengs home. It was obvious that Changbin had been struggling with a headache for the past few hours and Jisung was spacing out so much, the leader doubted he was as awake as he claimed to be. The two also didn't put up as much of a fight as he had them expected to, though they begged him to go back to the dorm with them. Chan couldn't afford going back yet. There was still so much work to do and it would only continue to pile up if he didn't get it done with now. Sure, he was beyond exhausted but even if he went home with his friends now, he wouldn't be able to sleep, knowing what was waiting at the studio for him the next day. To make matters worse, Chan started do doubt his composing skills with how many of their new songs had been cancelled. He had poured his heart out on the paper and hearing that that wasn't enough for Stay hurt him more than he wanted to admit. Still he didn't want to give those songs up completely, so when Changbin and Jisung left, he opened those files and played around a bit. Maybe with a bit more editing, they would be good enough.

When Chan finally locked up the studio and went home for the night, it was five in the morning. He shuffled into the dark and quiet dorm, knowing he was the only one still up. He didn't even bother to take a shower because he knew he had to be back at the company in only a few hours and he wanted to get the most sleep out of the time he was given. Tiptoeing into the room he shared with Changbin and Felix, he found both of his dongsaengs knocked out in their beds. Changbin's face looked so much more peaceful and his eyebrows weren't furrowed in pain like they were earlier. Just to be sure, the leader quickly collected painkillers and a bottle of water and placed them on the rapper's nightstand. Hopefully Changbin wouldn't need them and would be fine when he woke up. Then he took off his shirt and slipped into bed, letting the softness of his blanket envelop him. As his tense muscles relaxed into the mattress, it took almost no time for sleep to pull him under.

Everything was dark around them, the music had just ended and now there was silence. No reaction from the crowd in front of them, the lightsticks turned off. Looking around, he found the terrified faces of his dongsaengs, waiting desperately for the usual cheers that they got after a performance but there was nothing, just a black ocean of silence and it was slowly drowning them. He hadn't worked hard enough, didn't produce good enough music. He was the reason his members, his brothers had to experience their first black ocean. When the first tears fell from the youngers' eyes, Chan couldn't take it anymore. This was his fault because he was a terrible leader, a terrible friend and a terrible hyung. He just wasn't enough. His head started to spin and slowly got fuzzier as his throat tightened with the urge to cry. He felt like falling as the darkness swallowed him.

Panting, Chan shot up in bed, still feeling fuzzy and still surrounded by darkness. He couldn't see anything in the dark that surrounded him, he felt lost and alone as a sob tore from his throat. There was some quiet shuffling, which Chan couldn't hear over his cries, before the darkness disappeared, illuminated by a bedside lamp on the other side of the room. Then there were arms around him, he wasn't alone anymore. In the dim light, Chan blinked at his Aussie brother through tears and buried his face in the worried boy's shoulder. "Hey, hey, it's okay mate. Whatever you thought was happening, it was just a dream", Felix soothed in a low voice, running his hand up and down the older's bare back. The only reply he got were more sobs and he looked over at his other hyung, who was still knocked out on the third bed in the room. Carefully, the dancer grabbed Chan's arm and pulled him to his feet, guiding him to the living room. The leader was clinging to him like his life depended on him, like he would lose him in the darkness, that could return at any moment.