Stray Kids Sickfic

Han - Stupid Fever

I guess I like writing sick Han. Poor Jisung, I make him suffer. I should stop.... but we all know that's never going to happen!

This is platonic. But if you want to view it as otherwise, I guess I won't come after you with a pitchfork and torch - or will I? :D

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It was late. Very very late. Chan should be asleep. He knew that. His members knew that. Even his phone told him that - the constant reminder "it's getting late, consider turning off Instagram" popping up far too many times to count. But for whatever reason, he felt like he needed to stay awake into the ungodly hour it was now. 

Maybe it was nothing though. The feeling was just a feeling. He should sleep. They had practice tomorrow. He turned his phone off, finally obeying the reminder to sleep, and was just getting comfortable when the door to his room opened. He was sitting up in an instant, gazing across the room and trying to let his eyes adjust to the new darkness. He could just see the figure of one of the members from the hallway night light. 

"Hyung." Hyunjin. It was obviously Hyunjin's soft, elegant voice. He sounded scared though. Maybe not completely scared, but surely concerned. Chan scooted to the edge of his bed as the dancer approached, hands tugging at his sweatshirt. "Hyung, I think Hannie had a nightmare." 

Chan tilted his head to the side, curiously. Usually if Han had a nightmare he'd come crawling into bed with Chan or Changbin - sometimes, though more rarely, even Hyunjin. The lack of their dorm's maknae was a little alarming, and immediately his brain was on high alert. 

There was definitely a reason he felt like he needed to stay up. 

"Did he come to you, Hyunie?" Chan was already up, padding across the room to the hallway. 

"No. I got up because I had to pee. On the way back I heard him mumbling. I thought he could be up late working on lyrics, but something doesn't feel right. So, I decided to grab you." Hyunjin explained, following Chan into the hallway and towards the youngest member's room. 

Chan pressed his ear to the door, listening intently for a couple seconds. There was no sound. He tapped his fingers on the door, and still no response - not that he expected one, he just didn't want to startle Han if he was awake and get a pillow to the head (it's happened, and he'd prefer it not happen again). He pushed open the door and peeked inside to the darkness. 

It was very quiet. Han was generally vocal during nightmares. But Chan trusted Hyunjin's account and tiptoed across the room, stumbling over a couple random sweatshirts to Han's bed, where a lump of blankets was curled up in the far corner. As he got closer, he recognized a very obvious heavy breathing. He was asleep. But he was breathing very heavily. 

"Is he okay?" Hyunjin whispered, lingering in the doorway, fidgeting with his hoodie sleeves. 

"Hmm." Chan turned his attention on the sleeping boy in front of him, lowering himself to kneel in front of Han. The boy's hair was a mess, he looked shiny in the darkness like he'd just come from an intense workout, and his mouth was open, breathing heavily. There was a little pile of tissues near Han's hand and even one tucked in his fist. "Hannie?" He whispered, rocking the younger's shoulder gently. "Jisung, can you wake up for a second?" 

"Mmm." The younger groaned and curled up tighter into himself. 

"Jisung." Chan called, tapping the rapper's cheek. 

"Mm, what?" Han grumbled, squeezing his eyes shut before sluggishly pulling them open. He looked dazed. Even in the little light from the hallway, Chan could see the glassy look to his usually bright eyes.