If you're into Chan and enjoy angst, then this story is definitely tailored for you!
Chan didn't want to do what his agency asked. They pushed him to create scandals for attention, promising it would help Stray Kids get famous. Reluctantly, he agre...
I thought groggily ,caught between sleep and reality. My mind felt heavy, as if it was trying to push through a thick fog.
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Wait... bright? That means.... I'm late. I need to get up and make breakf-
My sleepy thoughts were interrupted by the sharp sound of my door creaking open and I struggled to sit up in bed.
"Minho hyung, I swear... I just felt like cooking today... It's got nothing to do with him"
I heard Seungmin stammer nervously.
"Shut up, Min. Why do you have to do it? It's Chan's turn today" Minho said. I could practically hear the annoyance dripping from his words and his footsteps get closer to my bed.
"Hey, wake up!! How much longer do you plan on sleeping?"
Minho yelled at me.
I jumped slightly, my body reacting on instinct as I quickly sat up in bed. My eyes darted toward the window , the light streaming through the curtains was much brighter than I'd expected. Minho and Seungmin were still arguing .
"Everyone's hungry, and we're going to be late for practice." Minho grumbled,
"Now Min has to cook behalf on you huh. How thoughtful of you CHAN."
Minho's irritation was directed at me.
Seungmin had tried to make breakfast in my place... I thought glancing toward him. Why?
"Sorry, I fell asleep, Minho. didn't mean to."
I said, forcing myself up from the bed. Before I could even fully get up, I felt min's firm hand press me back down onto the mattress.
"No. Sleep a bit more" He said.
what's gotten into him... I couldn't understand his act.
"Min, what are you doing?"
Minho's voice cut through the fog in my mind, asking the very question I wanted to ask. His tone was sharp, like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing either.
"He's sick." Seungmin responded bluntly. Not only minho even me blinked in surprise.
"So what?" Minho shot back not buying into Seungmin's sudden concern.
Yeah, so what? Since when have you cared about me being sick?
I thought.
"He needs to rest."
Seungmin's answer made me chuckle under my breath. Seungmin ....caring about me? Now that was new.
If he had just acted like his usual self, this would all make more sense.
What's this? A new game or something?
"I'll make breakfast soon, Minho" I said getting up from the bed and taking some steps, ignoring min's insistence .
And I wasn't sure what happened next. Everything felt slow, yet somehow fast at the same time. My vision blurred at the edges. The only thought running through my mind was how late breakfast was going to be, and how that would delay practice.
"Stay still. You're weak." I could hear Seungmin's voice faintly in the background.
Weak? No, I was fine. I could push through. Yet everything was... wrong.
The room felt like it was tilting and everything around me was happening too quickly for me to grasp.
"Shit... I should've given him something to eat last night... and some meds too. His fever's gotten worse." Min's voice was sharper this time almost cursing.
Fever... me...? Oh yehh..I felt cold. So, so cold.
I was on the floor now, my body too weak to move.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
My mind raced, struggling to make sense of the situation. I can't be sick right now. I have so much to do.
Most of all, I don't want to look helpless in front of them... not them.
I was there, watching as Chan struggled weakly to get up, didn't seem to take the command in.
"Minnie, grab his legs. Let's get him back to bed."
Minho ordered, stepping in closer to lift Chan. but as soon as he reached out, chan flinched and pulled away, swatting minho's hand away with whatever strength he had left. The act was more reflex than intention, but Minho's expression darkened immediately as he immediately let go of chan, standing up abruptly with an exasperated huff.
"What...if you like the floor that much, just stay there. I don't care ."
he snapped at Chan, glaring at him.
"I'll make breakfast, Min." he spat, turning toward me .
" You take care of this stubborn idiot."
he added, jerking his head toward Chan.. "I'll inform the manager that you two are taking the day off."
Minho muttered as he walked out of the room.
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Sorry for taking so long to post.. I'll give next chapter tomorrow. Bye..
