Lost Me

001

Chan feels odd today. The moment he opens his eyes he's assaulted by a lightheaded spell that lasts for several minutes. He turns over, curling in on himself, groaning at an odd twinge in his chest.

Maybe it's the combination of lack of sleep, as well as the energy drinks he's been downing on an almost empty stomach these past few weeks. It's honestly been at least a week since he's had a solid meal.

A pattern, unhealthy, yes, but he needs to stay in shape for the upcoming comeback.

He's paying the price for it now.

Of course, it could be the effects of stress as well. Or any number of factors.

Being an idol may look glamorous, but it is one of the unhealthiest careers anyone could decide on.

He frowns as his chest twinges again, an odd tingle below his neck.

He brushes it off, forcing himself out of bed, unprepared for the wave of vertigo that washes over him. He stumbles, grasping onto his nightstand for balance.

So it's going to be one of those days.

He blinks, trying to bring his vision into focus, sinking back down onto his bed, cursing his own inadequacy. He doesn't have the energy to drag himself down to the studio, yet he forces himself up again, staggering his way to his closet.

He needs coffee. Coffee and a nap, but the coffee is the only obtainable option, with their comeback so soon.

He's getting sick, he can feel it, his stomach slowly threatening to crawl up his throat. Still, he manages to pull on clothes, nearly toppling over too many times for him to admit.

Breakfast. Right. The others need breakfast, or he will have to deal with Jisung's whining all day. The thought makes his head pound as soon as it crosses his mind.

He makes it as far as the kitchen before something in his chest gives, pain exploding, radiating throughout his shoulders, chest, to his neck.

He doubles over, rubbing his chest in an effort to stop the pain, to alleviate the pressure.

It fades suddenly, a phantom still ghosting his chest. Chan swallows as he straightens, his throat tightening at the first thought that pops into his head.

He's not dying.

He's not having a heart attack.

It's just the way his anxiety works.

He ignores the voice that whispers that the chest pain he normally gets when he is anxious is different, that something is deeply wrong, that he shouldn't just brush this off.

It's fine.

He's just overthinking.

"Hyung?"

He jumps slightly, turning to face the other.

"Yeah, Sungie?"

"What's...are you okay?"

Chan paints a smile on his face, even as another twinge sends shock waves up his arm.