What have they done to us || lee know angst ||

That i never said

The van was unusually quiet as they pulled out of the hospital parking lot. Exhaustion hung heavy in the air, weighing down each of the members. Minho sat slumped against the window, his face pale and expression distant, his hands fidgeting in his lap.

Bang Chan sat in the front passenger seat, his eyes flicking between the road ahead and the mirror, where Minho's reflection kept catching his attention. He turned slightly. "Lino-ah," he called softly, "how are you feeling?"

Minho's eyes fluttered open briefly, unfocused and clouded with daze. "M'fine," he mumbled, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

Han, seated directly behind Minho, leaned forward with a forced smirk. "You don't look fine, jagi. I'm gonna have to carry you out of the car when we get to the dorm. I can show you what these babies are made out of." He flexed his arm to emphasize as he poked at it. His tone was teasing, but the worry in his voice was still present.

Minho made a weak attempt at a laugh but winced immediately, his hand flying to his chest, clutching his ribs. "Don't even try," he muttered, his voice cracking.

"Okay, no jokes," Bang Chan said firmly, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument. "Just try to rest. We're almost there."

Next to Minho, Felix reached over to steady him as the van turned a corner. "Hyung, just lean on me if you feel dizzy, I've got you." Felix tried to give a reassuring smile as he reached his arm over Minho's shoulder, letting him lean on his side.

Minho didn't respond to his touch or words, his head lolling slightly as he let his eyes drift shut again, god he really was exhausted.

When they finally pulled into the dorm's parking garage, the members hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. Bang Chan opened the sliding door and saw Minho resting on Felix's shoulder, Chan smiled to himself before crouching in front of Minho and reaching his hand to the dancer's leg to soothingly wake him up. "Min, we're home. Think you can walk?"

Minho blinked blearily at him, looking more like a confused lost kitten than anything else. "...We're at the studio?"

Han frowned from behind him. "No, jagi, we're home. Come on, we'll help you."

Minho attempted to move but winced, his hand immediately going to his ribs. "Hurts," he mumbled, his voice trembling as he looked at his only hyung. He looked like a child, a child that Bang Chan felt he needed to protect at all costs

"Don't push yourself aegi," Bang Chan said quickly, slipping an arm around Minho's waist to help him up. "I've got you."

The short walk to the elevator was slow and painstaking. Minho leaned heavily on Bang Chan, basically falling asleep in his arms as they rode up.

Every step jostling his ribs and drawing sharp, pained breaths from him. The others hovered close, Han behind him in case he suddenly felt faint and fell backwards, Changbin and Jeongin at his sides. all of them were ready to step in if needed.

By the time they reached the dorm, Minho looked like he could collapse at any moment. Bang Chan guided him toward the couch, helping him sit down carefully.

Minho groaned as he sat before letting out a long, shaky exhale, closing his eyes. He felt like a dead man walking. "I just... I want to sleep hyung," he murmured a little whine, his voice barely audible.
Bang Chan crouched in front of him again, his expression gentle but firm. "You will, aegi. But we need to make sure you're relaxed first, that must have been draining. How's your head? Any dizziness?"
He placed a hand to Minho's forehead, checking his temperature and noting he felt a bit warm.

Minho closed his eyes at the touch, then nodded faintly. "It's... spinning a bit."

Felix knelt beside him, his face full of worry. Minho's eyes were red and bloodshot. "Do you want water? Or maybe some painkillers?"