𝙆𝙥𝙤𝙥 𝘽𝙭𝘽 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 [𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙]

ㅁChangbin x Jisung x Chanㅁ

Straykids
3racha
Angst, fluff, crack(ngl)
Request
Warning:(Blood, Fainting)

"Hey Binne hyung, we're heading home soon, you ready?"

Changbin pulled back one headphone to give Jisung his attention.

Without stopping his work or looking at the two boys standing behind him, he shook his head.

"I'm not done yet, I'll come home later, promise."

Chan and Jisung shared a glance, the younger boy rolled his eyes and gathered his stuff.

"Don't stay to late, come home and eat food when your done."

He reached over and ruffled changbin's dark brown hair before he followed the small blonde boy out the door.

Changbin felt rather than heard the door close after them, a weight lifting from his shoulders.

Now that he was alone he didn't have to put on an act of being 'ok'.

His head was pounding, but without a thought he pushed the light headed feeling away and continued to work.

He didn't look up at the time, he didn't stop to eat or rest.

He continued working, Chan and Jisung's words slowly fading out of his memory.

He couldn't let his members down.

...

His lungs burned as they ran through the dance again.

Each time his members moved the sound of their steps felt like a hard hit to his head.

No matter the pain, he pushed away the thought and kept dancing.

He couldn't let his members down.

Running through the familiar dance again.

The nine boys continued, practicing until they couldn't get it wrong.

Hitting the moves hard, exerting all of his built up frustration.

An overwhelming smell of metal flooded his senses.

A sudden feeling of wetness running across his mouth.

Changbin lifted his head and looked into the mirror, watching himself as he danced to the pre-chorus.

The reflection showed lines of red running down from both of his nostrils, a stark contrast from his pale skin.

The blood kept running further and further down his face, reaching his jaw line, then smoothly falling down his neck.

His mouth was practically covered in the red substance.

Without missing a beat he quickly reached up and wiped his nose with his bare arm.

Feeling the blood leak out of his nose faster when he did.

"Changbin! Your nose!"

Suddenly everyone's movement stopped, feeling silent even when the music was playing rather loudly.

Chan rushed over to him, gently pressing tissues on nose, he stood there until Changbin took the tissues himself.

"What's happening?" He heard Seungmin quietly ask.

He could hear everyone's whispers as if they were yelling at him.

His chest hurt and breathing became impossible. All of his senses were heightened, every small movement was overwhelming.

And just like that it all stopped, everything was over in a second.

...

"Bin hyung!"

Jisung screeched and threw himself out to the older boy.

All a second to late, everyone heard rather than saw Changbin's body smash into the ground.

"Come here kids, he'll be okay."

Both Chan and Woojin made eye contact, a silent conversation.

The leader watched as Woojin hurried the young boys out of the practice room, giving him space.

"Hyung, what do we do?"

Chan's head snapped down in the direction of the broken sounded boy.

"I- I don't know Sung."

The two boys were quiet.

Minutes turned to long hours of waiting.

Jisung, at one point soaked a towel with water and have been gently dabbing it around Changbin's body.

Meanwhile Chan was cleaning the mess of blood, which thankfully stoped a few minutes after Changbin fainted.

Chan knew they should have told their manager or brought Changbin to the hospital but he felt selfish.

He sighed and brushed Changbin's hair out of his face.

"I guess we have to just wait."

Another hour passed before Changbin began to stir.

Jisung, who was half asleep on top of Changbin suddenly jolted up at the movement.

"Hyung! Are you okay?"

He frantically touched around his face and brushing threw his hair, feeling a urge of protectiveness now that he was awake.

They watched as Changbin moved around slowly and dazed, Chan rolling a water bottle in his direction.

A few minutes passed of Jisung running around like a mad man fro Changbin, while the latter continuously reminding him that he was 'fine'.

"Yeah, well the last time you said you were fine you ended up on the ground."

"I'm sorry Sung."

Jisung angrily squinted his eyes, which only made him look cuter.

"Yeah you should be! You scared everyone half to death today! Why can't you just listen to us when we tell you to take a rest!"

"Jisung enough!"

Changbin sighed and played with the water bottle cap nervously.

"He's right hyung, I should have listened more."

"I'm not arguing with that but it's in the past now, all that matters is that your okay."

"I'm sorry hyung, I didn't mean to yell at you like that... I was just really scared."

Jisung's eyes were filled with tears, threatening to fall.

"It's alright sung, I- i messed up."

Chan sighed and moved to hug Changbin from behind, nuzzling his cheek into his hair, his attempt at raising the mood.

"Alright let's stop being sad for a second, the kids back at the dorm are worried, so let's go back and cuddle, yeah?"

They all packed up their things and hauled them out of the building.

Jisung stifled a laugh as Changbin nearly walked into a pole, only missing it when Chan pulled him away.

"You know, missing that much sleep probably did a number on your brain cells."

The two older boys were quiet, slightly confused about where this conversation was going.

"Which is concerning since you don't have too many."

Chan smacked the back of the youngest head as a response, rolling his eyes when he whined in protest.

Changbin pouted and held a hand to his heart in fake hurt.

"Ouch Sung, that really hurt me."

"Not as much as that floor did earlier."

"Jisung!"

This went from angst to crack real fast and I am sorry