ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~chanminiverse~[7]

~Chapter 7~

After, they rejoined to the middle of the stage to start their performance. Seungmin was on the other side of the formation from Chan, but he still managed to grab his attention. Mouthing to him and asking again if he was okay. Seungmin smiled as he nodded at him. Chan smiled back before he refocused.

He convinced Chan but couldn't figure out how to convince himself. He was actually terrified, and the pain was still relentless. If today was anything like the first practice, he was scared he wasn't gonna make it through the performance.

"Please give me five minutes, okay," he lowly whispered as he held his hand over his stomach. Taking a deep breath as the music started in his in ear. Halfway into the song, he was surprised he wasn't completely worn out yet. It was a miracle he was even lasting this long. Maybe it was a burst of adrenaline he was feeling, but he thought he could actually finish the song.

One last verse in the outro, and he was good. His chest heaved as the group did their ending position, sweat dripping from his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. And almost like a switch, the pain that was absent before quickly resurfaced. And with it, an extreme feeling of lethargy.

"Hyung," he gasped as he reflectively reacted to the sharp pain, feebly grabbing at his stomach.

"Seungmin," Chan fearfully called, turned over to him. Omg, Seungmin," Chan yelled as he ran over to him on the floor. "Hey, love, are you okay??" he painfully said as he patted his cheek. Everyone was in a state of panic as Seungmin laid unconscious on the floor. "He..he passed out," Chan shouted at their manager as he raced to the boys crowded around him. "Seungmin, you're gonna be okay," Chan softly cried as he gently rubbed his forehead.

"Chan, come on, let them help him," their manager softly said to him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Fuck off," Chan gritted, aggressively pushing his hand away.

"Come on, hyung," Felix softly said behind him.

"Please be okay," Chan softly begged as he grabbed his hand, brought it up to his mouth, and gently kissed him. Before pulling away and letting the onsite medics tend to him. The boys all crowded around him; there was no doubt this was hurting him much more than the rest of them. He was his mate, his other half.

Most of them have never even seen him cry before. Felix clung to him, pushing out his scent to relax him. While they watched the medics roll him backstage. So much for Seungmin trying to keep Chan from panicking. Now, that's all he did, worrying about his condition.

"No, I need to be with him," Chan said as he pulled away from Felix and ran backstage.

"Wait, hyung," Felix yelled as he ran after him.

"What is this? " Chan asked, witnessing the line of security huddled in front of the door, preventing them from going in. "Let me see him," he angrily yelled as they didn't budge. It wasn't long before the other alphas felt equally protective over Seungmin with Chan.

"Fucking let him through," Minho hissed as he moved closer to them; he never could control his anger.

"NOW!" Changbin yelled, slightly retracting his claws as he moved closer to them. Han and Felix both moved quickly to hold the two back—not being anywhere near strong enough, to actually control them. Hyunjin held back Jeongin, afraid he would attack them, too. They could all feel their anger festering for their pack mate. The Omegas were angry, too. Chan, however, was calmer than usual.

"Please, I just need to know he's okay..please," he calmly told them. Begging for them to let him through. His heart broke when they didn't move or even acknowledge their existence. This only forced the anger he was trying so hard to suppress.

"Fuck," he lowly growled as he turned away from them. Tightly bunching his fists together, hoping to stop his claws from retracting. He knew how I'd look, the eight of them—wolf-hybrids attacking innocent security guards.

It only takes one moment, one bad look, one person to deem us a threat... these words rang like a bell in his head. He knew better, but he just couldn't help it. Desperately taking a deep breath to control himself.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Chan.." one of the medics said, stepping up behind the security.

"Me. I'm Chan," he quickly said, turning to him.

"He's asking for you," the medic said, pointing to the door behind him. "Let him through," he continued, gently pushing aside one of the guards, making space for him to walk through. Chan took another deep breath as he followed after the medic up to the room.

"We tried to take him to the hospital, but he said he just wanted you," he tried to explain before he opened the door. Seungmin was conscious on the couch, his knees curled up to his chest and his face buried in his hands. There were two other medics in the room standing in front of him.

"What's going on??" He questioned, looking at the scene. Seungmin was obviously scared of them.

"He's refusing to let us check him," one of them sighed as they turned to him.

"Everyone get the fuck out??" Chan yelled at them.

"But sir.."

"Get out!!" He firmly repeated. The three medics gave up trying to argue and walked out, leaving the two alone. Chan closed the door behind them before turning back to Seungmin. He still has his legs desperately held against his chest; now, it was likely because he was scared of Chan. ~~