My Wolves || Stray Kids

chapter 014.

\\so, i was thinking about the ending of this story(don't worry its a ways away), and was wondering if i should do a single ending, where I'd have a voting system for who gets the ending. or, do eight endings for each member. what do you guys think?//

I woke up in a warm bed. There was a blanket draped over my body, and a warm hand holding mine.

I shift, a soft whine making its way out of my throat. The person lets go of my hand immediately, and I immediately feel the cold emptiness replace it.

My head starts to throb, a dull pound on the base of my skull.

I push myself up, and the person next to me pushes me back down.

"Stay laying down, you have a fever." I could recognize the Australian accent anywhere, Chan.

I open my eyes and look at his stupidly perfect face. Inhaling deeply, I close my eyes again and lean my head back into the pillow.

"How long was I asleep."

I hear him sigh, "about two days. It's around 2 in the morning right now."

The words shock me, and I begin to trace what I last remember. Shopping with Felix and Changbin, the creepy man, Minho.

Everything seemed to blurred in my memory. Though I remember the events, I can't seem to recall the details.

I swallow thickly, and yawn.

"How come you're the one watching me and not someone that I don't despise?" I turn to lay on my side, facing away from Chan.

I hear him scoff, and I can see him roll his eyes even with my eyes closed. "What makes you think I want to be here? Everyone else is asleep."

I yawn again as the warmth of the blanket starts to make my sleepiness come back.

Without thinking I say, "says the one who was holding my hand as I slept."

Only until after I said it did I realize what I had said. I expected Chan to come back with some snarky comment, but nothing. He said nothing.

The silence makes me feel heavy, and I begin to drift off into darkness, when I hear Chan shift in his chair positioned by the bed.

"I don't hate you, you know," he starts, and suddenly I'm awake again, "it's just. . . You seem to hate me, hell knows why. Well, then again I took you from your life and throw you head first into a new one."

He starts to ramble, and I feel my heart start to race. Chan laughs quietly.

"You're probably not hearing any of this," I'm hearing all of it, Chan, "but I just need to explain. I don't want you to hate me, but I don't know how to make it up to you. Maybe I can't."

Chan's voice breaks towards the end, and I feel my heart ache in my chest.

"God, I messed up so bad, didn't I?" He laughs weakly, voice soft. Is he. . . Crying?

My suspicions are confirmed when I hear a gentle sob, muffled by hands.

I turn around, and open my eyes. Chan's face is buried in his hands, streaks of tears stained his pale, flawless cheeks. His chest heaves up and down as he cries.

I caused this.

'I don't hate you, Chan. I hate what you did, not you.'

I sit up silently, studying him. My hand instinctively goes to wipe his tears, but I stop it.

"I'm s-orry." He chokes, still unaware I'm awake. My heart skips a beat, and I let my hand rest on his cheek.

Chan looks up in shock, eyes bloodshot, face flushed. I wipe his eyes with my thumb, staying silent.

When his hand covers my own, and he starts to bawl more, is when I pull him into an awkward hug.

"Shh, it's okay. I don't hate you. Shhhh."

Shivers run up my spine as I feel his ragged breath pan over my neck, my shirt wet.

When he calms down, he ends up sitting next to me on the bed.

"I'm so s-" he starts, but I stop him.

"Shush. I don't need your sorry's. It's okay, I don't hate you." He hugs me again, and we end up laying down like that.

Chan nuzzles his nose into my shoulder, breathing still labored.

"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry," he says, "lets go to sleep for now."

I agree with that wholeheartedly as my eyes get heavy again.

Slowly but surely, sleep falls over my body.

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WORD COUNT; 756

\\i felt like we needed to fix the relationship with chan, so here//