STRAYKIDS ONE SHOTS

Bang Chan/Hannah | Heaviness

   The dark brunette sat in her room, music quietly echoing through the four walls she called her own as she scrolled on her phone—checking out this guy's Instagram account, she just found one of his newly released songs on Spotify and took the time to research, just a bit about the boy.

   Hannah turned down the volume of the sad love song, listening carefully to the sounds coming from downstairs. No one except her was home, so where were those noises coming from?

   Did someone break in?

   Worry filled her chest, as she turned off the music completely, throwing her phone away seconds after—something she regretted as soon as she stepped through her room's door into the quietness of the hall.

   Carefully, she closed the door behind her, making sure not to make any sound to give herself away. She listened attentively to the quiet of the night, something her teachers wished she did, heart dropping when the brunette heard footsteps.

   She pushed her hair out of her face, mentally cursing herself for not having put it up in a bun or anything as it was getting annoying in a moment like this.

   Fighting with her inner-self, she slowly stepped towards the set of stairs, kneeling down to get a better look downstairs—into the main hallway—yet she saw nothing.

   Though as she continued to scan her surroundings, paranoid, a specific pair of shoes caught her eye.

   Her brother.

   Right, her brother was supposed to come home today. Hannah let out the deepest sigh of her life, feeling all nervousness leave her body and get replaced with an excited tingle.

   She got up from her knees and hurried down the stairs, not caring about the loudness of her own footsteps anymore—if anything making sure to be extra harsh to let her the other know she was awake and hurrying over to him.

   Not letting the excitement show too much, she pushed the grin off her face and entered the kitchen. "Missed me fucker?!" She screeched out, catching the raven off guard. "Fucking hell, Hannah!!"

   The startled look soon left the older's face, just like the smug smile left the girl's, "Is your arm okay?" She whispered out, feeling the tightness in her chest return, yet it wasn't out of fear or excitement this time.

   Never once in her life had she broken a bone or strained a muscle, so seeing someone so dear to her hold his arm at a ninety-degree angle set off this weird and uncomfortable feeling in her. Her chest was seemingly screaming and her head all of a sudden felt light, yet heavy at the same time. It didn't make sense, anything.

   Why was she so physically unwell from seeing someone else hurt?

   "Oh yeah, it's fine. I broke my collarbone but it's way better than before, luckily the company gave me some time off." He laughed out, as unbothered as always, "Enough about me though, how are you? I heard Mom and Dad are away on a trip, enjoying your alone time?" He smiled sweetly, somehow making Hannah only feel worse.

   The heaviness of her head only increased by the second and heart was aching to the core, making the brunette question her stability and if she needed to sit down—before she'd just fall to the ground. "That's.. good to hear and yeah, it's been really chill these past few days."

   The male knew his sister cared about him deeply, just as the girl knew vice versa, and he knew just how much she hated to show it, to show how much she cared and how much everything that hurt him, hurt her; so he wasn't surprised when she didn't talk about it any further.

   And it didn't seem weird to him either, as she sat down on the kitchen floor lightly pressing her hand onto her chest. Perhaps she was just happy to see him and needed to calm her quick heartbeat, that's what he just figured.

   "Nice to hear," Was all he said, before turning around and filling himself a glass of water—struggling in the progress due to not being able to lift his left arm.

   The next few minutes were quiet, Chan slowly downing his glass and Hannah just sitting on the floor, seemingly simply lost in thought. Yet there was a lot more going on with the girl.

   Her vision was splotchy with blacks and greys, a ringing in her ear deafening her—making her question if her brother had said anything and if she'd even hear him when a word left his mouth, or anything really. Her head felt heavy, so much she used her arms to support her body, scared she might lose stability although she was already sitting down; her head was just spinning too much.

   The raven had finished his drink and was picking up his bag with his right arm, swinging it over his shoulder with the last bit of strength he had left. It was already extremely late and he had a long day behind him, so long he had been waiting for the comfort of his bed for hours. "I'll be heading to bed, good night." "Nighty."

   Those were the last words exchanged before Hannah was left alone in the kitchen, lights still on yet she couldn't make out a thing.

   The brunette knew this feeling all too well, yet something, something about this exact experience was different to all the other times she's experienced dizziness.

   Everything about this moment was different.

   Yet a different, she never wanted to feel ever again.