𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

TW: anxiety, panic attack, self-loathing

Requested by @BabyBread977

Hopefully it's to your liking, love

I had fun writing it

He should be excited for this.

It's the first concert of their tour, the start of another hectic season filled with nonstop flights, rehearsals, performances, and memories.

He should be excited, but instead, the only thing that he feels when his eyes slide open is dread, a heavy sort of anticipation settling in his stomach.

He closes his eyes again, rolling over slightly to bury his face underneath his pillow.

He doesn't want to face the world.

Of all days for his anxiety to spike, did it really have to be today?

They have their concert, rehearsals, everything.

He already slept badly enough as it is- his insomnia always flares up especially in new places, such as unfamiliar hotels.

It didn't help in the slightest that Felix and Minho had swapped rooms, his younger Aussie brother apologising but saying that he wanted to game with Jeongin, and that surely Chan would understand?

He does.

He won't lie, though. It did sting slightly, especially since he was looking forward to catching up with his fellow Aussie. He hasn't been able to actually chat with the younger for more than ten minutes lately, thanks to their hectic schedules.

Perhaps that is why he feels like this today.

He will accept the explanation, even if it is the wrong one.

Forcing himself to sit up, he groans as he checks his phone.

He overslept.

They have to be at the venue for rehearsal in forty-five minutes.

Minho is probably already dressed, getting the others up and forcing them to get ready.

Sure enough, when he looks over to the younger's bed, it is empty, neatly made up.

He shakes his head, a shaky laugh leaving his lips.

Minho has become significantly tidier after befriending Seong Hwa.

He will have to thank the ATEEZ member later.

The moment he stands, he sways, his body protesting the sudden change.

Of course, that absolutely has to be the moment Minho walks in the room, eyes narrowing as he examines Chan, who throws a hand out against the wall to steady himself.

"You okay?"

Chan forces a smile, his chest tightening at the dancer's scrutiny.

"Yeah. I just stood up too fast."

Minho nods, eyes still narrowed. He seems to come to a decision, grabbing his toiletries bag before heading toward the bathroom.