Fluffy SKZ Oneshots EP.2🧸

Hold my hand🌡🍼

Sickie/Little: Jisung

Caregiver: Minho

No one's POV.:

When Minho slipped on his shoes to leave for his individual schedule that morning, he was surprised to find Jisung's shoes still by the front door where he had taken them off the night before, which was odd, considering he would've had to leave for his schedule earlier than Minho. Worried his dongsaeng might have overslept, the elder made his way to the rapper's bedroom and gently knocked on the door. Jisung's voice was still thick with sleep when he called Minho in and the dancer was close to rushing him out of bed to get ready, when the younger admitted: "I talked to Chan last night, hyung. I'm not going in today. My head hurts like hell." – "Oh dear. Do you need anything before I leave", Minho sighed as he rubbed Jisung's back. The other defeatedly shook his head, claiming: "I already took some painkillers about two hours ago and I'll probably just sleep all day." Though he hated leaving his dongsaeng on his own when he was unwell, Minho didn't really have a choice, so he brought the rapper some water and a sports drink to replenish his electrolytes in case they were the reason for his pain before heading out to his schedule.

Jisung appreciated the thought but he knew that neither the pills nor the sports drink would help his headache in the slightest and maybe he deserved that. After all the strict talking-to's from Chan, he knew that he was supposed to listen to his body and his needs and that neglecting to do so would naturally would have consequences. Damn, did it have consequences.

His headspace had been a constant companion for him for the fast four years and he often mused whether he really needed it still or if he had managed his mental health well enough by now but days like this proved that he was far from leaving this safe space behind. Even if he felt like he had everything handled, the stress still took its toll on him and if he didn't regress regularly, it would always lead to a massive headache. The only one knowing of his predicament was Chan though Jisung was pretty sure Minho at least suspected something. Especially now that it was only the two of them sharing an apartment. Knowing Jisung could handle himself perfectly fine while regressed, Chan had no concerns leaving him home by himself. They had dealt with such situations time and time again and the Aussie knew that things would be fine if he simply arrange for the younger to get some privacy and the chance to slip into his headspace for a couple of hours.

No sooner than Minho had closed the front door behind him, Jisung shuffled out of bed and pulled out the small box he kept at the bottom of his closet. Considering how long it had been since he had last slipped and how desperately his body craved the safety it brought, it should've been easy for him to get into his headspace but for some reason, it wasn't. Not even the pacifier Jisung had popped between his lips was enough to soothe him into his headspace, the headache steadily getting worse. With tears streaming down his cheeks, Jisung curled up on his bed and opened his pinterest mood boards. He thought that maybe looking at all the softness would help but instead he was confronted with carved pumpkins, cute and only moderately scary costumes, reminding him that Halloween was approaching fast and that him trick or treating like some of the littles online posted about.

Unable to slip, Jisung had curled up into a sobbing ball of misery, too occupied with pitying himself to notice the front door click. He startled when the mattress dipped beside him. "Ji", Minho sighed worriedly, rubbing his dongsaeng's back. Scrubbing at his eyes, the rapper choked out: "This is the worst headache of my life, hyung." Minho felt his forehead, relieved to find it mostly normal, maybe a little heated from the emotional distress but not feverish. "Try to relax, love. Being tense and getting worked up will only make the pain worse", the dancer shushed as he continued to gently rub Jisung's back. If only he knew, Jisung thought bitterly, relaxing would only work if he managed to slip but that opportunity was gone now that the older was home.