Stray Kids [Tickle Fics]

Prettiest Laugh - Part Two

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𝒍𝒆𝒆: Han

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Reader and Minho 

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"I don't know...he doesn't want to talk to anyone." Chan whispered, both of you watching Jisung fiddle quietly with his hoodie strings.

"He won't tell us what's wrong, or why he's sad." Binnie added behind you.

Hannie had curled up on his bed, and the others claimed he hadn't left the room once all day.

"He's wearing my hoodie." Changbin commented.

In all honesty, if it was oversized on Changbin, Hannie was practically drowning in the fabric. It covered his knees and you could tell he was wearing a pair of shorts underneath.

Jisung's eyes had dark circles beneath them, but they were trained to his phone, knees drawn up to his chest. He looked as though he had been crying.

He just looked...really tired in general.

"Well, did you try getting Min to talk to him? I'm sure he just needs some comfort." You asked.

"Well, he doesn't even want to talk to Min, which means things are bad." Chan whispered back.

Jisung glanced up for a second, staring at all of you silently before returning his piercing gaze to his phone.

"Hannie..." You approached him cautiously, stopping immediately when he winced and buried himself into the blankets more. You noticed the amount of tissue boxes littering the bed. "Are you okay, baby? Do you need anything?"

He shook his head quickly, bottom lip trembling and boba eyes filling with tears. Hannie just pulled the blankets so the only thing you can see were his big, watery eyes and fluffy hair.

Panicking, you try to placate him. "Hey, hey. Jisung. Why are you crying, yeobo?" You sit on the bed next to him, and he whimpered under his breath. "Are you okay? Is something hurting?"

A tear slipped down his cheek, and when he squeezed his eyes shut, more fell. Chan and Minho watched from the doorstep, their faces stained with worry.

Jisung was practically trembling at this point, small sobbing noises making your heart break.

But what snapped you back to focus was the way his chest heaved with every breath, unstable gasps slipping through his sobs.

"Oh, baby. Focus on me, okay?" You scooted closer to him, and after he didn't react, you softly pulled him into your arms, and he sank into your hold.

You could feel Jisung's wet cheek on your neck as he continued to cry, shaking as his fragile frame trembled with every heaving breath.

Soon enough, breathing got so hard that he physically had to claw at his chest, strained noises escaping his throat as he whimpered in pain.

"yeobo...Hannie, jagi...name five things you can see right now." You scrambled to pull his head from your neck.

Jisung looked around with wide, trembling eyes. "I-I see Minho hyung...and the dresser." He choked on another sob.

"Good job, baby. Name a few more things if you can." You encouraged. At this point, all the members were gathered at the door to check on the boy.

"I see..." Hannie sniffled. "Jeongin's slippers, that plushie Hyunjin hyung gave me for my birthday..." He looked at you, almost like he was checking if he said it right.