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[ 🍄 c - chan center ] you're my everything

TAG. svt yell at chan bc they see him slipping into the depths of depression and don't want him to ever go near that hole ever again

skrr this was meant for a pair but i somehow thought abt chan so yeah enjoy channie being doted on

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ever observant, wonwoo is.

chan's not sure how he could pick up on it so fast. his hyung has always been the brooding type, the one who'd be the worst guy to play casual strategic games with (because he'd always find a loophole in your lies. damn it, hyung!)

but chan knows that wonwoo has a clue. not like he was trying to hide it anyway. but not eating as much is just a thing that happens sometimes!... right?

"chan, you okay?"

inquisitive as always, mingyu is. chan knows he got tipped off from wonwoo. how would mingyu even spot this himself anyway? chan chooses to nod and force a smile on, "of course! why you ask?" he feels his eye twitch when he hears his own voice.

he hopes mingyu doesn't extend the conversation because chan sure as hell can't keep up this energy. he'd break for sure. then he's done for.

"want some food?" rings a text from hansol. of course hansol would reach out like this. though chan doesn't want to assume they know. maybe he's just hypersensitive because he's trying so hard to keep it to himself.

"i'm good," chan replies with his usual sprig of emojis. "hm," hansol goes. "you didn't eat much today, you sure you don't want anything? i'll pay." chan wants to laugh actually, but he can't bring himself to. he forces a slew of smiling emojis in his text, "no need! thanks, hyung!"

hansol leaves him alone for the next few days. typical.

knocks sound at his door, "channie! come out of your room, it's dinner time!" it feels like he's home with his family again. he wills himself not to roll his eyes when he answers joshua with a cheery, "coming!"

chan barely manages the bowl of rice. even talking and engaging in conversation is hard. he doesn't feel like picking up his spoon, doesn't feel like tasting the jjigae even if the steam and rich smell allure his stomach. he just can't be bothered to... the fuck is wrong with him?

a light weight on his thigh snaps him out of his self-loathing. of course, seungkwan. what a special relationship they have. pretending to hate each other on air has always been fun and games. chan really hopes seungkwan isn't what pushes him over the rails.

"here, take one piece of pork." he says, dropping a piece into the rice crater chan dug. the sauce stains the white rice a brown, iodine-like colour. chan internally wants to vomit.

"thanks, hyung." chan says curtly. all around, the noise is so loud as the remaining people start talking more animatedly with some alcohol fuelling their fires. his head is pounding. he stands up and leaves to seek refuge.

who better than jeonghan-hyung?

chan finds him calmly sitting at the sofa, scrolling through his phone with the tv on some drama. chan lets himself rest his head on jeonghan's shoulder. the elder doesnt say anything. he doesn't have to and chan doesn't want him to. he knows that jeonghan knows what to do with him. he's always known how to treat the maknae with the proper care he needs. somehow, he always knows.

and chan is so damn grateful for it.

jeonghan-hyung doesn't ask questions, doesn't offer services or food, doesn't bother him.

jeonghan-hyung knows chan. knows him so well that he sits in silence as chan feels some part of him melt into jeonghan.

after what feels like forever, he speaks.