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The hum of the airport buzzes around you as you struggle to keep your eyes open. The early morning flight and the long hours of travel have left you exhausted. The Stray Kids members are scattered around the waiting area, some on their phones, others chatting quietly. You yawn and lean against Bang Chan, who is sitting next to you.
"Hey, you okay?" he asks, looking down at you with concern in his eyes.
"I'm so sleepy," you mumble, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second.
Chan chuckles softly. "Here, come on," he says, patting his lap. "Get comfortable."
You gratefully shift, laying your head on his lap, and he gently adjusts his jacket to cover you. The warmth of his body and his fingers brushing through your hair are comforting, and you feel yourself drifting off almost immediately.
The sounds of the airport fade into the background as you sink into a deep sleep. You vaguely hear the announcements and the bustling of people around you, but it all seems so far away.
At some point, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking you lightly. "Y/N, it's time to board," Chan's voice murmurs, but you only groan in response, too tired to move.
Chan's soft laughter fills your ears. "Guess I'll have to carry you then," he says, more to himself than anyone else.
The next thing you know, you're being lifted into the air, cradled securely in Chan's arms. Your head rests against his shoulder, and you can feel the steady thump of his heartbeat against your cheek. The gentle sway of his steps is soothing, and you snuggle closer, too drowsy to care about the stares you might be getting.
"Hyunjin, Felix, can you guys grab our bags?" Chan asks, his voice a calm, steady anchor in your sleepy haze.
"Of course," Felix replies, and you hear the rustling of bags being picked up.
"Lead the way, Captain," Hyunjin adds with a hint of amusement in his tone.
Chan carries you through the terminal, navigating the crowds with ease. You feel a slight chill as you pass through the boarding gate, but Chan's warmth keeps you cozy. You hear snippets of conversations and announcements, but everything is a blur as you drift in and out of consciousness.
When you finally reach the entrance of the plane, Chan gently sets you down, helping you stand on your own. "You need to walk from here, okay baby?" he says softly, his hands steadying you as you blink sleepily.
You nod, leaning heavily on him as you make your way down the aisle to your seat. Chan keeps a protective arm around you, guiding you to your spot. Once you're seated, you immediately lean against the window, your eyelids drooping once more.
Chan tucks you in with his jacket, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Sleep well," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before taking his seat next to you.
As the plane begins to taxi down the runway, you feel Chan's hand slip into yours, his thumb gently stroking your skin. You squeeze his hand lightly in return, a small smile tugging at your lips as you shift to place your head on his shoulder and drift back into a peaceful sleep.
Throughout the flight, you barely stir, the gentle hum of the engines lulling you deeper into slumber. Chan's presence next to you is a constant comfort, and every now and then, you feel him adjust his jacket or brush his fingers through your hair, making sure you're as comfortable as possible.
When you finally wake up for real, the plane is already descending, the landscape outside the window coming into focus. You stretch and yawn, feeling much more rested.
"Good morning," Chan says softly, his eyes warm as he looks at you. "Sleep well?"
You nod, a sleepy smile spreading across your face. "Thanks to you."
He chuckles, squeezing your hand one last time before the plane lands. "Anytime, Y/N. Anytime."
