Fluffy SKZ Oneshots EP.2🧸

Anxious stomach🌡️🧸

Sickie: Jisung

Caregivers: Chan & Hyunjin

No one's POV.:

Jisung was scheduled to appear in a game show, which in and of itself wasn't that much out of the ordinary. However, he hadn't really done that without any of the other members present. This show would be a pretty big deal too with high viewing figures and a live audience present. Although Jisung was a little excited to make an appearance there, he was at least as nervous if not more because he wouldn't be there alongside his members. The shoot was scheduled for the following day but Jisung already couldn't focus on anything. He sat in Chan's studio supposed to write songs but he just couldn't come up with anything. His thoughts circling around the upcoming schedule only, making his stomach flutter just thinking about it. Chan and Changbin had caught on a while ago but didn't mention it though the sound of Jisung tapping his foot was truly irritating the longer it went on.

"Ji", Changbin called, "Breathe." He had called his dongsaeng's name a couple of times, wanting to discuss a verse he had written but got no reaction. When he turned, he found the younger staring at a spot on the wall, face blank. Snapping out of his stupor, Jisung drew a shaky breath and looked up at his hyungs. Chan gently took his hand, noting how clammy it was, and hummed: "Do you need to take a breather?" The younger shook his head. "S-Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about this show", Jisung stammered, his leg bouncing faster now. "Yeah, we can tell", Changbin said softly, "And that's alright but if you need to step out, take a little break or something, we can do that." Since it didn't seem like their dongsaeng was going to make a decision anytime soon, Chan figured the best they could do was to distract him from his worries, so they kept talking to him a lot more, actively asking him for ideas, so he'd be forced to think about the song they were working on.

Not wanting his dongsaeng to have to attend such an important schedule while sleep-deprived, Chan made sure they went back to the dorm a bit earlier than usual. It was no guaranty that Jisung would get enough sleep, as he would most likely lay awake stressing about everything that could go wrong or ways he could embarrass himself in front of the camera but that was a different problem. While Changbin went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed, Chan sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. Plopping down next to the leader, Jisung pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. "Do you want to talk about it?", the older offered but Jisung shook his head. Picking at his nails, the rapper mumbled: "I'm just- I don't know if I can do that. I've never- I've never done that without any of you guys there with me and I can't stop- I can't stop thinking about it and now- now my tummy feels funny too and-" – "Sung, hey. Take a breath in between, yeah?", Chan reminded softly. Nodding, Jisung drew a breath and shuddered: "Gosh, I feel like I need to be sick." – "Right now?", the older asked worriedly. Sure, the rapper looked pale but it had been a while since he had last worked himself up to the point of being physically sick. Shaking his head, Jisung buried his face in his hands and attempted his breathing exercises. "Not right now but my stomach isn't happy at all", he muttered, trying to slow his racing heart.

Once Changbin was done in the bathroom, Chan sent Jisung off to get ready for bed before the Aussie himself headed to the kitchen to make some tea. He hoped a hot cup of chamomile tea would ease his dongsaeng's nerves enough for him to fall asleep. Chan had just dropped a teabag into the other's favorite cup and filled it up with boiling water when he heard the boy cough. Wincing in sympathy, the leader sighed to himself. Jisung had probably started to hyperventilate again, choking on air. Chan quietly made his way to the bathroom as the younger's cough sounded more strained. Finding his dongsaeng curled around the toilet bowl, he felt his hart break and crouched next to him. The leader gently ran his hand up and down Jisung's smile and whispered: "You're okay, Sung. Can you take a deep breath for me?" With trembling fingers the younger reached for his hand and clutched it tightly as he hiccupped, pitching forward with a retch. He just couldn't seem to get a full breath in before his stomach would seize up.