My Wolves || Stray Kids

chapter o11.

It has been a week and a half since. . . That. I've been stretching and walking around, gaining my strength back.

Seungmin refuses to speak to me. Jeongin had said it was because he felt guilty.

A shudder runs through my body as a cold wind flows past. I was currently sitting on the window sill, looking at the forest.

I swallow thickly, closing my eyes as I lean my head against the frame of the still boarded up window.

Felix had stopped by earlier, saying I was going with him and Changbin to get some things, as well as some more clothes for me. All this time I had been wearing Changbin's and Jisung's clothes(seeing as they were closest to my size), as well as the two pairs I had.

I'm not quite sure what they'd do if I were to try and make a break for it, but honestly they'd probably be able to catch me and I'd just get myself in even more trouble.

I hop off the window sill, careful to not apply much pressure to my knees and calves. I change out of my loose, comfortable clothes slowly.

I look at my body in the mirror before putting on a new set of clothes. My skin is paler than it used to be, my hair grown a surprising amount. I'm thin, almost unhealthy. Minho did say intense weight loss was one of the side effects.

Running my hands over my ribs and stomach, I feel tears burn my eyes. I miss the old me.

Harshly wiping my eyes, I get dressed.

Fixing my hair, I admire the outfit I put together. A black, red, and white button up flannel (that was originally Changbin's) tucked into a pair of white jeans that were Jisung's.

I let out a breath, turning away from my reflection, and grab the pair of black shoes I had walked into the forest with.

As I was tying my second lace, someone knocks on the door. "Open."

Changbin walks into the room as I finish the lace, standing up.

"That's where that shirt went," he laughs, "it's okay, it looks nice on you." Smiling, he opens the door wider.

"Ready to go? Felix sent me to get you."

I nod, and slip past him and out the door.

I grip the inside of my bottom lip with my teeth, chewing and biting at the skin. Only when a bitter, metal taste falls over my tongue do I stop.

Changbin walks beside me, and he puts his hand on my back. I feel my heart skip, but don't show it.

He guides me through the house, meeting Felix at the front door. Even after getting there, his hand remains on my back as they talk, and soon enough lead me out the door.

I try to drown out the voices, and Changbin's hand resting on the small of my back, but to no avail.

Seo Changbin

I let my fingers trace her spine. Even through her shirt, I can feel how actually thin she has gotten. It's not okay.

"Lix," I whisper to the Aussie next to me, "we need to get some food while in town. I can feel [y/n]'s bones."

He looks at me, shocked, brows furrowed.

"Really? I know that weight loss is a symptom, but it normally isn't that. . . Severe."

I glance at the girl, she doesn't seem to notice our conversation.

"I don't know, but we need to keep an eye on it. I'll tell Chan hyung when we get back."

We exit the forest on the edge of town, and begin to walk through the slowly busier streets.

Luckily no one noticed us entering town, and we make our way through the crowd with ease.

I look back at [y/n], she seems anxious. I don't blame her, this is her first time back in civilization in at least two weeks. I move my hand away from her back, and take her frail, cold hand.

She looks up in slight shock, but slowly relaxes.

"Alright, first stop, the café." Felix says, and I nod in agreement.

We make it to a small, almost empty café, and sit down at a booth by the large window.

"So what do you guys want?" Felix asks, propping his head up with his hand.

"Caramel macchiato." I say, before looking at [y/n], who was tracing patterns on the table.

She looks up when I poke her, "o-oh, [drink of choice] and a slice of cheesecake, if you don't mind."

Felix smiles, and stands up. "I'll be back then."

As he goes to order, I watch [y/n] mess with her hair, and rub her neck, as well as scratch at her arms. All anxious habits.

I sigh, thinking of what I could do. I squeeze her hand lightly.

"[y/n]," I say gently, something I'm really known for, "there's no reason to be nervous. We'll take care of you, I swear on it."

And for the first time since we took her, she smiles genuinely.