❛ 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋

❯ Mobbed ❯

WARNING: Mentions of anxiety and panic attacks. This takes place when the boys got mobbed in New York, however, I will be writing it in my style not how it actually happened because I wasn't there so...I'mma just make it up but this is set when they arrive in New York. 

Chaehyun loved his fans, he really did. He would even go as far as saying that they are his entire world and reason for his existence, but there were the odd times where he wished they would calm down. The boys had landed in New York and to say Chaehyun was exhausted would be an understatement. All he wanted to do was get on the bus and take a year-long nap since he hardly slept on the flight but, the second he heard the screams he got a wave of anxiety; he felt like something was going to go wrong. With his hand now fisting the back of Haechan's shirt, he kept his head down. 

"Chae, are you okay?" He heard Johnny ask as they were pushed out into the crowd of people screaming their names. Upon hearing the question, the others turned to look at Chaehyun who was visibly shaking by this point and he felt his eyes gloss over. Nothing had happened and he felt stupid for getting so anxious but at the same time, he was aware of the intensity of his mental health and knew better than to put himself down, especially when he felt like he was about to have a panic attack. 

Haechan stepped back and reached behind him before gently untangling Chaehyun's hands from his shirt. He then took Chaehyun's shaky hand in his and pulled him forward so that Chaehyun was directly beside him. The older boy squeezed his hand in thanks and kept his eyes on the ground. He heard a few yells of fans asking him if he was okay, some were yelling to give them space and others were just screaming - he did hear one comment about Yeri, but chose to ignore it rather than causing a scene. He needed to calm down. Everything seemed semi-okay until it wasn't. 

Suddenly, Chaehyun was being pushed around and his hand got disconnected from Haechan's before he was pulled back, this alone sent his anxiety up 10 notches to the point where he couldn't breathe and his vision was blurred. He felt nails dig into him, hands grabbing onto him, screams all around him. He felt like he was about to pass out. It seemed like hours until he felt somebody grab him and pull him out of the crowd and pushed him up onto the bus where he was immediately tugged into a tight embrace by who he assumed to be Taeyong. 

"I am so sorry for--" 

"It's alright, don't apologize. You couldn't help me getting dragged out like that. Stop blaming yourself." Chaehyun was breathless, tears running down his face but his shaky hand reached up to ruffle Haechan's hair. He was slowly starting to calm down in the presence of his members, the staff sat him down and immediately tore off his shirt revealing the claw marks dotted around his body. He shook his head and ruffled his freshly dyed blonde hair. "They were just excited is all, no need to worry. I mean can you blame them? They were in the close proximity of me." 

"You literally just got mobbed, trampled on, clawed at, had a panic attack and you are making jokes about how much you love yourself? Well if that isn't Kim Chaehyun in a nutshell then I don't know what is. How are you suddenly so chill?" Asked Johnny, propping himself down beside the younger boy, his arm went around Chaehyun's shoulders and hauled him into his body. 

Chaehyun shrugged. 

"You're forgetting that I got kidnapped and beaten to the point of almost death. It's kinda hard to shock me now, but yeah I am shaken up. I just feel a whole lot calmer now. Jokes make the situation seem less bad." His eyes travelled to Haechan and narrowed into a glare. Lifting an accusing finger. "You look like a grown up and it's pissing me off." 

Haechan quirked a brow. "Huh?" 

"Stop it! You look like a grown up and it's unsettling." The boys laughed, scanning Haechan's face. He did look a lot older for some reason, Chaehyun had been the first one to notice. 

Haechan scoffed. "Oh yeah, I'll just magic myself back to a prepubescent teen then shall I because great Kim Chaehyun doesn't like it." His sarcastic tone only made Chaehyun's eyes narrow further. 

"Sweetie, you still are a prepubescent teen." 

"Okay, we get it, Haechan's still a baby. Can we please go back to the topic of Chaehyun being literally so calm after what just happened to him? He was a jittery, crying mess and the only thing he's angry about is the fact that Haechan looks older than him!" Mark threw his hands up in exasperation. 

Chaehyun grinned. 

"I'm Kim Chaehyun. I can deal with anything." 

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Hi, long time no...read? Idk. Hi! I've missed this, I can't say I'm back I am going to take this at my own pace but I had this chapter in mind and I needed to get it down, hence whilst it isn't the best. 

Now for a rant: WHOEVER FLIPPED MY BABY MARK OFF, I WILL FIND YOU. okay like I won't but that's really rude and I'm mad because my bias, my love, my everything does not deserve such disrespect and ignorance. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. 

Thank you for reading, this wasn't proofread because I am lazy. 

You are appreciated, I have really missed this 💜

- Blue xx