𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝙿𝚝 𝟸

TW: Eating disorder

Angst, sickfic

Jisung curses as he checks his schedule.

Vocal training, followed by a photoshoot for his ambassadorship, and then three hours of dance practice. He'll do that with Chan, he decides, wistfully staring at the leader's otherwise blank schedule.

The eldest deserves it. Lately, he has seemed run down, his usual vibrant personality muted. Jisung nibbles on his lip as he recalls Minho pulling him and Changbin aside after their rehearsal the day before.

The dancer had been serious in what he had to say. Chan had been noticeably struggling through their practice, earning concerned glances from most of the others. The leader hadn't seemed to notice, bolting as soon as practice had ended.

Still, it had worried everyone, particularly Minho, who had also noticed that Chan hadn't eaten anything that morning, merely pushed everything around on his plate, going through the motions .

Jisung shakes his head slowly, worry weighing heavily on the back of his mind. As the leader, Chan bears the brunt of the responsibility, especially as one of the main producers as well. More often than not, he doesn't realise where his limit is, and overworks himself to the point of exhaustion, all in silence.

Still, to not eat in the morning...

And then he didn't have anything other than water during their breaks.

Jisung's head snaps up as he recalls this, his eyes widening in realisation.

Fumbling with his phone, he manages to call Minho, cursing his shaking hands.

He stumbles over his words as he recounts his realisation to the dancer. Minho is silent for a long time. When he speaks again, his voice is thoughtful, and if Jisung didn't know him as well as he does, he would think that the elder is completely unfazed. However, they have been friends for years, and as such, Jisung picks up on the underlying current of worry, fear, anger.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, hyung."

Minho sighs on the other end.

"Fuck. I'll talk to him about it later."

"Yeah. I was thinking I'd wake him up before I leave. I don't know how late he was up last night."

"Yeah, do that."

They talk for a few more minutes, before Minho is interrupted by Felix, who is always extremely clingy when he is tired.

Jisung hangs up, chuckling to himself as he makes his way down the hall to wake the leader up.

Chan is curled up in the middle of his bed, clutching his pillow tight.

Jisung frowns.

It's an old habit of Chan's, one that only resurfaces whenever he is feeling stressed or burnt out.

They really do need to talk to the leader, make sure everything is alright.

He sighs, leaning down and gently shaking the leader's shoulder, frown deepening at how cold the leader is. Chan has never had a high average body temperature, but his skin is colder than usual, almost clammy.