size zero ღ changlix

undici

a/n i apologize in advance for this chapter

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chan was the first to wake up in the dorm. this implied that he had the honor to wake everyone else up. he climbed out of bed and leaned down to shake jeongin awake. "wake up sleepyhead," he pushed his shoulders gently, expecting him to shift movements yet he hadn't even lifted a muscle. chan furrowed his brows as he just laid there with no sudden movements, adding to the silent aroma. "innie, wake up!" he said again, pushing a bit harder on his shoulders. yet, nothing happened. he only moved gently with the way chan's hands pressed against him. no words, no movements, no sign of life. "jeongin...?" he tugged the blanket off the youngest male, feeling for a pulse on his thin, frail wrist. it was slow, irregular and difficult to feel for. "fuck..." he mumbled before running out of the room to alert the other members. in the meantime, felix hopped out of his bed and fell to the side of jeongins bed.

"innie? are you awake?" he examined his face, placing a finger under his nose to make sure he was still breathing. he sighed in relief when he felt moderate air being exhaled. "can you hear me?" he picked up his wrist, watching as it collapsed to his side without hesitation. he stared at the boy and the way his pale skin grew around his thin face.

felix scurried his way out of the room. moving past chan who spoke to the emergency services through his phone. he stood next to changbin as he bit his lip nervously. they eavesdropped on the conversation through the phone. their minds were racing with unanswered questions and concerns. "the ambulance is on the way," chan slid his phone into his pocket before walking back to where jeongin laid. his skin was flushed pasty white. chan sat beside the bed and waited for the paramedics to flood the dorm. he laid his head on the mattress, thinking about last night and how he spoke as if everything was fine. he truly believed jeongin was getting better or at least trying. he must've been fighting some kind of internal injury.

chan stepped outside the door as the emergency crew made their way inside jeongins room. he watched from afar with his jaw unhinged. "low pulse!" one of them yelled as another paramedic immediately reached for a positive expiratory pressure mask as they pulled him onto a stretcher. they connected the mask to his mouth and allowed for him to steady his breathing as he ingested oxygen. "shallow breathing!" another one noted, they felt around at jeongins pressure points in a hurry to speed up the process. they held two fingers on his wrist before declaring he stopped breathing. "defibrillator!" they removed the PEP mask before taking measures to get the defibrillator working. one paramedic told the rest off as he pressed it against his chest. thus, giving him a dose of electric current. they quickly placed the mask back on before feeling his pulse slowly steady to a certain point. the members of stray kids stepped aside to let them haul his body out of the dorm. nobody said anything as the front door slowly closed.

"did he... stop breathing?" felix quietly asked. all he could hear was the sobbing messes jisung and chan were. together, they all stood in the tense air.

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when the manager was alerted of jeongins state, they were all rushed to the hospital in which they would wait till they could see him again. still, no words were shared between them. felix tugged at changbins arm and held his hand in his. he leaned into his shoulder as they sat in the uncomfortable seats. changbin exhaled slowly, "he'll be okay, he's strong enough to get through this," he spoke to the crying boy on his shoulder. he tightened his grip on his hand. "b-but he s-s-stopped breathing... b-binnie, i was so m-mean to him last night," felix struggled to form a sentence as his voice shook every time he sobbed. changbin said nothing in return, continuing to brush his thin knuckles gently.

nobody said much of anything for the rest of the night. they glanced at patients walking back and forth, doctors trailing behind. their eyes grew heavy, lids folding over as they slept despite the uncomfortable seating arrangement. no doctors spoke to them about his well-being at all that night.