9th member of Stray Kids // y/n

chapter 9~ comforting words

"Chan is right, you know."
Changbin turns around from facing the sink, washing his dish.

"Well, at least I feel so much better knowing Soobin is okay. It definitely took some weight off my shoulders."
You started to feel a bit nauseous, so you took your seat next to han again, trying to ignore it. Felix looks up at the clock on the wall.

"I think we should start getting ready for bed. It's already half past 12."
Everyone agrees, and they filter out into their rooms to wash up. As you walk out of the kitchen, Chan grabs your arm. You turn around to face him.

"I was wondering if could I maybe sleep with you tonight?"
You chuckle and nod at his shyness.

"Great, I'll go dress up."
He practically runs to his room, and you resume the short walk to yours. As you do, you feel a bit dizzy, and the nausea hadn't disappeared. As you get inside, you quickly slide down on the edge of the bed, feeling lightheaded, but try to shake it off. I hear a knock on the door and know it's Bang Chan.

"Come in,"
He opens the door, and he comes in, relaxed, with a shirt and loose grey shorts. However, as soon as he sees you on the bed clutching your stomach and head with each hand, he rushes over, crouching down in front of you.

"You feeling alright? You look quite pale. Do you have a headache?"

"I'm fine. I'm just a bit nauseous, I probably ate too fast."
He frowns, discontent with that answer. He lifts a hand up and presses it against your forehead to check the temperature, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Y/N, you're really warm and clearly not feeling well. Just tell me what you need. Are you sure you are okay?"

"Yes, I promise I'm fine, I'll just sleep it off."
He sighs deeply and straightens up, sticking out a hand to help you stand.

"Okay, just tell me when it gets worse. I can bring some water and paracetamol, yeah?"
Once you are both in bed, you realise laying on your side, making the nausea worse, so you lay on your back. Chan catches on to this, so attempts not to make anything worse by just holding your hand and resting one of his legs on top of yours. Falling asleep wasn't tricky, but you suddenly woke up with a painful stomach ache. Getting a familiar sour pang in your mouth, you get up instantly to run to the bathroom, you don't even have time to turn on the light switch as you go straight for the toilet and start throwing up. Once you feel like there is nothing left inside your stomach, you flush the toilet and lean back onto the cold tiled wall, which felt nice, but you were still feeling too nauseous to go back to bed. Closing your eyes trying to take your mind off the pain, you tey to think about what has happened in the last 24 hours, but your headache was too much. You put your cold hand on your hot forehead, trying to stop the throbbing sensation.

You suddenly feel like throwing up again and as soon as you shift to go to the toilet bowl Bang Chan comes rushing in, turning on the light switch but you have no energy to look up and start vomit again. He kneels down behind you, holding your hair up, out of your face, rubbing circles on you back. When you feel like you have definitely thrown up your guts twice in a row, you reach your hand up to flush the toilet and slump back into him with 0 energy, and he catches you, his hands under your armpits trying to hold you up.

"Y/N I told you to tell me if you start to feel worse."
You can't seem to verbalise words anymore and just start crying. Your head is on his chest, and you can hear his heartbeat racing. He properly sits down on the floor, back against the wall, with you inbetwen his legs, holding you in his arms and stroking your hair. He moves his hand to wipe the tears on your cheeks.

"You poor baby, come on, I need to wash you up."
He scoops you up gently and places you on the counter, wiping away the remaining tears. Whilst keeping a hand on your thigh, he turns on the basin, filling a nearby cup with water, and tells you to rinse your mouth. After 3 times of doing it, he gets a small hand towel that is folded up on a mini shelf and wipes away any water or saliva left on your face. Reaching in the cupboard behind you, he pulls out a small box of pills, but you can't open your eyes wide enough to see what it is. Chan brings a tablet to your lips, but after sensing your uncertainty from not opening your mouth, he whispers.

"Don't worry, it's just paracetamol. Unless you want ibuprofen, or I could find some Calpol?"
You swallow the pill, washing it down with water, not wanting to cause a bigger inconvenience. He stands in between your legs, you wrap them around his waist, and he lifts you up.

"Let's go to bed."
You try not to fall asleep on him but can't help resting your head on his shoulder. He gently places you in the bed, covering your body with the sheets.

"Can you wait here a second, im gonna get a few things from the kitchen, yeah?"
He comes back bearly a minute later, holding a big bowl and a glass of warm water with a straw. He sets the bowl down in front of your bedside table and takes out a small, white box and a thermometer.

"If you wake up in the night for water, put one packet of this in it. It will help you get electrolytes and gain back fluids. You know what, if you wake up for water just tell me and I'll do it for you. No, you know what if you wake up for whatever reason just tell me. You don't even have to tell me, just give me a nudge, and I'll -."

"Chris, get in bed."
You chuckle with the last of your energy and watch as he makes his way to the other side, laughing and scratching the back of his neck. In bed, he gives you as much space as possible this time, only holds your hand.

A/N ~ sorry this one was short. lol kinda a filler chapter. I got a long one coming up ♡♡♡♡🎀💖