#sick changbin

[sickskz]

hello! i was curious as to what your skz member emeto headcanons are??

Oh my god, this woke up something in me mrhsbshden thank you for this!!!!

As I started writing, new ideas just kept coming - so this is a little all over the place 😂 I’m posting it now but I’m definitely going to have to come back and edit/add more 🤭 some of this is so random too- but I just feel it fits!

SKZ emeto/sick hcs:

Bang Chan:

- Definietly tries to go through it alone.

- His tummy is sOOO loud, gurgles and squeaks all over the place.

- Obviously, spicy food fucks him up. It’s even worse coming back up.

- “Oh, I’m- HRRRUGGHH- I’m fine 😊”

- Sometimes a quiet puker and sometimes a loud puker, it really depends.

- He groans, sighs and whimpers a lot when he’s really nauseated.

- Good at pretending he isn’t sick (confirmed by the members)

- However, if he’s got a really crampy stomach, his facial expressions may give him away..

- He also sweats a lot when he’s nauseous.

- Often gets reflux into his nose and it only makes him feel more sick. Plus, It burrnsss.

- Doesn’t want the others to worry, but he greatly appreciates their concern and accepts their coddling gratefully. He thinks they’re sweet.

Lee Know:

- Sucks at warning someone before he pukes…

- Gets cranky and quiet when he’s unwell and nauseous.

- Stares off a lot, but he already does that in general- so it’s hard to tell the difference.

- Has indeed worked himself to the point of puking from exertion before.

- This dude can walk, albeit pale, totally nonchalantly to the side of the road and ‘casually’ throw up like crazy before returning back to pretend like nothing happened. + might just hit them with a thumbs up to show he’s okay while the others look on, absolutely mortified by his indifference.

Changbin:

- Where tf his gag reflex at?

- Doesn’t throw up easily, which is both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes the nausea has him drenched in sweat and writhing in pain, but his body just won’t let it happen :(

- Might sit on the bathroom floor for the longest of times, blanket around him shoulders as he breathes shakily through the nausea.

- Definitely doesn’t mind having some company once in a while, it’s nice to have a lap to rest his head on.

- pretty pouty and sulky when he’s in pain.

- Has been so nauseous and desperate before that one of the members had to ‘help him out’ by pushing on his stomach or gagging him to help him get relief.

- Surprisingly not as loud a puker as you would’ve assumed. Generally louder at all times when he’s not puking.

- When he finally pukes it’s more the “Hhrup—“ followed by powerful waves of vomit gushing out of him, not giving him a break until he’s finished, left coughing and panting.

Hyunjin:

- You can, as with a lot of other things, usually tell how he’s feeling by his facial expressions long before he says anything.

- “I’m literally dying over here and you’re going to get boba? Just tell me you hate me and leave me to suffer”

- Sensitive gag reflex. 10x worse when he’s actually sick.

- Sensitive stomach too. Tends to disagree with new foods.

- Gets really emotional when he’s sick, lips wobbling and eyes glistening with tears.

- Loud puker, deep, heart-wrenching heaves that makes anyone cringe in sympathy.

- Dry heaves a lot even though he’s all empty, usually struggling to calm his body down. Someone rubbing his back and muttering some sweet words usually helps.

- Prefers having a bucket or something while being comfortable in bed or on the couch, rather than throwing up in the toilet. The toilet feels dirty and the floor is too hard on his poor aching body.

- Soaked in sweat, literally lays in a pool of it. It’s like he’s melting away.

- Gets motion sick and tends to forget his medication (so the others usually makes sure he gets them).

Han:

- Hates being alone when he’s sick. Can’t stand it.

- Clutches onto whatever he can for dear life, the toilet rim, another person, his clothes, anything.

- Struggles to catch his breath in between gags, which only makes him dizzy and even sicker.

- Seeks out any comfort he can get, leaning against someone, loves when they rub his back, brush his hair back, etc.

- Whiny </3 Complains a lot about feeling sick until the nausea actually reaches the ‘I’m gonna puke’ phase. Then, he goes quiet- a telltale sign of what’s about to go down..

- Covers his mouth with a shaky hand while the other clutches his stomach, staggering on his feet as he hurries to the bathroom.

- Throws up a lot, often many times after one another when he’s sick. May as well just camp out in the bathroom until it passes.

- Gets really bad stomach pain and cramps.

- Curls up into a ball of pity, all pouty and pale to the point of actually looking green.

- Holds his stomach a lot, hugging onto himself and rubbing his sour belly 24/7. Not opposed to letting someone else give him a tummy rub either.

- Give him cuddles, please. Any kind +++

- Often finds himself wanting sweets to comfort himself, but it comes right back up again and then he sulks about it.

- Also tends to get an upset stomach from stress and anxiety, but it’s only made him throw up a couple of times.

Felix:

- Is one of the members who actually seeks out one of the others and tell them if he’s feeling sick rather than stay quiet

- Really quiet and weak after throwing up, sluggishly clinging onto whoever he can reach

- Generally pretty clingy when he feels sick, he needs so have someone close to cuddle up against for comfort

- Harsher heaves makes his back hurt :(

- Often ties his hair back if he’s nauseous, prepared for what’s to come

- Also tends to get very emotional, sentimental even, especially if he has a fever. The smallest of things tip him over and it’s heartbreaking

- Crying makes him nauseous again though, so it’s a vicious cycle

- Coughs and splutters more than he heaves and gag, it that makes sense? Tends to choke too

- Low rumbly burps and belches

- Nauseous hiccups <3

- Super shaky, his legs are literally jelly. Might need a piggyback ride to his room or smth

- Passes out fairly easily from dehydration and fevers, much to his (and the others’) dismay…

- gets sympathy sick, especially if he’s already a little queasy already. So it’s a mess when many of them are sick at once :’)

Seungmin:

- He’s so stubborn..

- He’s barely holding it together but if someone asks ‘are you okay?’, he’ll be all ‘yeah, are YOU okay?’ Unless he’s already too nauseous to bother. Then he’ll just wave off any concern.

- He gets very ‘spacey’ and fidgety when he’s nauseous. Stares off into the distance, hands fiddling with the edge of his shirt or whatever it may be to try and ground himself.

- Sighs a lot when he’s nauseous, stifling a lot of silent chesty burps.

- When he first pukes, he has a very ‘let’s get it over with’ mindset, not really having space for any dramatics.

- Isn’t that loud when he pukes, but tends to choke and coughs quite a bit.

- Similarly to LK, he too is often bad at giving someone a warning before he gets sick. It can go from 0 to 100 reeeal quick.

- “*siiiiiigh* so….. I think I might be sick..” after having thrown up consistently for half an hour.

- Also holds his stomach a lot, often laying on his left side to get comfortable.

- He has a puppyM hot water bottle to his rescue and curls up with it on the couch or in his bed. Oversized hoodies are a must too.

- I feel like he has a tendency to get migraines that makes him nauseous as well..

Jeongin (I.N) :

- His body gets very tense when he’s nauseous.

- Also very quiet and withdrawn, tends to just ‘disappear’ and hide away if he can.

- Despite his maknae status he definitely doesn’t admit to feeling sick until he practically has to.

- Doesn’t want to be touched and needs some space at first. If he seeks out physical comfort on his own, he really isn’t feeling well..

- Does appreciate gestures like offering a cold towel, bringing him a glass of water, etc.

- A lot of nauseous burps, but he finds it embarrassing and tries to stifle them.

- Falls asleep a lot, anywhere and anytime.

- Often gets very dizzy and weak after puking so he does need someone to lean on.

- Not sure why but he usually has an emotional support pillow when he’s sick. Just a normal pillow usually. Always hugs it to his chest, sleeps with it, brings it with him to the bathroom for comfort, etc. it’s just something he tends to do, a habit of sorts.

- He was very very sick with the flu or something once (high fevers and vomiting) and threw up in his sleep- which almost had him choking hadn’t his members been around. Chan was absolutely traumatised after that and would not let Jeongin sleep ‘unattended’ for 1-2 months afterwards..

+++ I love the idea of both Chan and Felix starting to speak English when they’re really sick, especially when a fever is making them woozy or delirious. Or just finding comfort in someone speaking English to them <3

[feverishly-kpop]

Changbin & Stray Kids - Pushing Through

It was just a fever. No big deal.

Changbin didn’t get sick often, but when he did it never seemed to happen at a convenient time and this time was no different. With 3RACHA approaching the deadline for their upcoming mixtape, he didn’t have time to be sick.

Chan, Changbin, and Jisung had all been feeling more than a little stressed for the last few weeks. They had decided to scrap a couple of songs and replace them with something new against their better judgement and had been playing catch up in order to finish on time.

He had worked through worse. They all had. This time would be no different.

*~*~*~*~*~

“I have a fucking headache” Chan muttered, leaning back in his chair. He had been looking at the screen for hours at this point without a break.

Jisung had dozed off in his chair about an hour ago and Chan and Changbin decided just to let him be considering it was well after midnight.

“Maybe we should call it a night? You need some sleep” Changbin responded. “And so does he…” he added, gesturing to Jisung.

“I could say the same to you” Chan said, turning his chair to face Changbin. He clearly had more to say and now seemed like a good time to address it. “You’ve seemed sluggish all day and…”

Changbin immediately cut him off. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better tomorrow.”

Chan quickly shook his head, holding up a hand to silence Changbin. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m just concerned. Are you okay?”

Changbin internally cringed. Clearly he hadn’t done a good enough job hiding his discomfort. His mind drifted back to the time that Hyunjin pushed through an exhausting dance practice without anybody knowing that he was feeling sick, only to throw up all over the floor as soon as their choreographer stepped out of the room. And the time that Seungmin sang his heart out at a concert before calmly approaching Chan as they left the stage advising that his throat was bothering him. Chan took him to the clinic the next morning out of an abundance of caution only for him to be diagnosed with a severe case of strep throat. If his members could keep it together while being that sick then he needed to be able to do the same, especially considering he wasn’t all that unwell anyhow. A little fever was nothing he couldn’t handle.

“No, I’m fine! Maybe just a little tired?” Changbin’s response seemed to satisfy Chan who nodded before turning back to his computer and turning off the monitor.

“Yeah, I can relate” Chan said with a chuckle as he turned to Jisung, gently shaking him awake. “Time to go home, Jisungie. Let’s get you home and to bed”

Changbin grabbed his jacket, zipping it up all the way in an attempt to ward off the chill that had been nagging him all day.

*~*~*~*~*~

By the time they got home Hyunjin, as expected, fast asleep. Chan helped Jisung get ready for bed first since Jisung seemed dead on his feet at that point before cleaning himself up. Changbin waited patiently on the couch until it was his turn.

The moment he heard Chan close his bedroom door, Changbin dragged himself to the washroom. He immediately pulled the thermometer from the drawer where he had put it that morning and stuck it under his tongue.

Changbin almost missed the beep as his mind wandered, only realizing half a minute later that he could take it out of his mouth. He knew that his temperature hadn’t gone down but he also hadn’t expected to be up over a full degree. His “slight fever” was now at 38.9°. He popped a few ibuprofen tablets before getting himself ready for bed, hoping that he’d be feeling better in the morning.

*~*~*~*~*~

Of course Changbin didn’t feel better the following morning. He was woken by the sound of Hyunjin bustling around the apartment, getting ready to go to the dance studio. Even after he heard the front door open and close and the apartment returned to silence Changbin couldn’t seem to get any more sleep, instead opting to get up before Chan and Jisung to attempt to pull himself together before they woke up.

With his temperature up to 39.4° he took some more tablets and a cool shower, hoping to get it down enough to where he could have a coherent thought.

*~*~*~*~*~

The day passed much the same as the day prior, except Chan had noticed how sleepy his dongsaengs seemed as it approached 9:00 PM and called it a day early. Changbin was relieved to make it another day without attracting too much suspicion regarding his condition.

Chan received a text from Minho shortly after they arrived home that the dancers were on the way back and that Hyunjin had overdone it a bit so his back was bothering him. Chan tried to hurry Jisung and Changbin in and out of the washroom so that Hyunjin could get ready for bed as soon as he got home. Changbin volunteered to go last, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to move as quickly as the other two.

“I’m sorry to have to rush you, but Minho’s bringing Hyunjin up…” Chan called into Changbin from outside the door.

“I’ll be right out, sorry” Changbin mumbled, running the tap in order to obscure the sound of the beeping thermometer.

39.5°.

Really? How is it not going down?

He quickly tossed the thermometer back in the drawer and ran his towel through his hair again, wanting to make sure it was dry. He stepped out just in time to greet Minho and Hyunjin at the door. Hyunjin was holding his back and wincing as Minho helped him inside.

“Can you grab a heating pad for him, Bin?” Minho asked, but Changbin didn’t hear him, his mind set on getting to sleep as soon as possible.

“I got it, hyung” Jisung said as he sprung from the couch. He had noticed how tired Changbin had seemed all day but he was still surprised to see how out of it Changbin seemed now.

*~*~*~*~*~

Chan, Hyunjin, and Jisung were surprised to find Changbin asleep when Chan cracked his door to invite him to dinner.

“He’s seemed tired for the last few days” Chan said with a shrug. “But it’s understandable. We’ve been working long hours. I don’t know why we scrapped those songs…”

Chan’s thoughts were interrupted by a whine coming from Changbin’s room, followed by another.

Chan instantly stood up from the table, lightly knocking on Changbin’s door. “Hey, Binnie, you okay?”

He didn’t get a response. Just another pained whine from within, so he knocked a little louder. Still no response.

“I’m coming in” Chan announced, wasting no time opening Changbin’s door, finding his dongsaeng in a fitful sleep, all of his blankets kicked to the end of the bed and the floor.

“No…please…” Changbin muttered under his breath, clutching to his pillow.

Chan sat down cautiously at the edge of Changbin’s bed and placed a hand on his hip, trying to wake him gently without frightening him any more than he already clearly was.

“Wake up, Binnie. It’s just a nightmare” he whispered, trying to rouse Changbin.

Changbin quickly woke up but was still beyond disoriented. Sweat continued to drip from his brow as Chan attempted to ground him.

“You’re okay. Just take a few deep breaths” Chan cooed, realizing how off Changbin was looking. Luckily Jisung had followed him from the table and was lurking in the doorway. Chan turned to him and quietly asked for him to grab a glass of water.

Once Changbin’s breathing had evened out Jisung handed him the glass. He took a few sips before handing the glass back and leaning his head against Chan’s shoulder. Chan immediately felt the unnatural heat coming from Changbin and let out a sigh.

“Not feeling well?” Chan asked, running a hand along Changbin’s back.

“I’m fine” Changbin responded. “Just tired. Had a nightmare.”

Despite knowing that Chan had busted him, he still tried to downplay it.

“You’re burning, Binnie. How long have you been sick?” Chan persisted, and Changbin was frankly too exhausted and weak to argue.

“A few days. It’s not a big deal though. I’m fine…” Changbin muttered. “Just need to sleep it off.”

Chan shook his head, helping Changbin lie back down. “You’ll have plenty of time to sleep it off. You’re not to step foot back in the studio, let alone outside of this apartment, until you’re feeling better.”

“But the mixtape…” Changbin started before being cut off.

“Will be there when you’re well” Chan interjected. “Do you need anything?”

Changbin paused before nodding. “Will you stay with me?”

Chan smiled sadly at that, letting out a small chuckle. “Of course. But anything else before I lay down? Because I’m exhausted and am definitely going to fall asleep.”

Changbin just shook his head, relieved to have his hyung with him as he dozed off again.

[wolfchans]

♡ endless chan gifs ♡ [398 - 401] / ∞ – SKZ-TALKER EP. 04

[justastraymoa]

hiii! can you do changbin, seungmin and chan with the stomach flu (separately)??

love everything you write!

Sure can :) and thank you very much for the compliment, support, and the request!

Warnings for gross bodily sickness functions. Weak stomachs be aware. Nothing to graphic, but suggestive.

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[1dwaekki]

Changbin had a cold at the start of this year

This is an annual thing?? I love that 😫😫 But Changbin can you actually just sneeze like it's been 3 years since the last clip and you're telling me with all those allergies you're not sneezing?? I need CONTENT 😭😭 Every live stream I get hopeful but nothing ever happens 💔 Who's gonna be the first skz sneeze of 2025?? Let it happen SOON please 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[faunandfloraas]

Changbin for W Korea.

[changbunnies]

Misbehave (18+)

♡ Pairing: Boyfriend!Changbin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: smut, pre-established relationship

♡ Word Count: 4k

♡ Summary: Changbin is on tour and misses his pretty girlfriend back home- and what better way to tell her he misses her than to send her a naughty video? 

♡ Smut Warnings: sub!changbin, video recording, nipple play, masturbation, mommy kink (this is self indulgent okay), sex toys, phone sex, it is more than implied that bin has a degradation kink, petnames (baby, bunny, honey)

♡ Notes: so i saw this video of a guy in bunny pajamas jerking off and it gave me SUCH bad binnie brainrot i literally could not stop imagining him in cute pink bunny pajamas recording a video for his gf 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so yeah enjoy this purely self indulgent smut ! and i read a lot of mommy kink fic but this is my first time actually writing it so i'm not super confident its good but i hope it's at least decently enjoyable gfdgdf

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

“Baby! I’m wearing the pajamas you got me, you see?” Changbin smiles, bright and cute, just the way you like it as he looks into his phone's camera. The pajamas are a fluffy, pastel pink full body suit; warm, soft, cozy, with cute lopped bunny ears connected to the hood he has pulled up over his curly hair.

You got the pajamas for him because they reminded you of him, you said, and he positively beamed- because you were thinking of him, because you bought him something so adorable, because now he gets to show them off for you.

He didn’t get a chance to wear them before he was getting shipped off on the next plane out of the country, but of course he packed them with him. And now, on a break between shows where he could just relax and take a breath, he decided this was the best time to wear them.

But not just wear them– he had to show them to you! And sure, a few pictures would suffice, but isn’t this better? You can fully see how cute he looks in them this way, how the size you picked was just perfect, which he’s sure is because you know him inside and out. 

He takes the soft pink bunny ears connected to the hood in his hands and flops them around, smiling while tilting his head back and forth, playing up his cuteness for the maximum effect. “If you were here, you’d call me cute, right? Your cute baby bunny?”

Luckily for Changbin, he’s used to talking to a camera and displaying his cuteness, so recording a video like this for you comes to him naturally. And it’s lucky for you too, since that means your inbox is always full of new videos to get you through the drought until he comes back home.  

Changbin can just imagine how you'd dote on him if you could see him now; you'd kiss his cheeks and nose, you'd ruffle his messy hair, you'd overload him with compliments and sweet words until his face goes pink and dick twitches in his pants.

And really, he can't help that his body reacts to you this way– he just loves you so much, he lives for your compliments, and it's not his fault that the sweet, sometimes condescending way you speak them gets him all worked up. And while it's unfortunate he won't be able to get your initial reaction to his cute display in person, his imagination is more than enough fuel to keep him going. 

“There's more I want to show you, you ready?” Changbin says as he starts to scoot away from where he has his phone propped up to record himself. It’s set pretty precariously against the pillows, seemingly on the verge of toppeling at any second, but he doesn’t think about that– his only thought is putting on a show for you.

“It’s so soft– but you already know that, honey, you’re the one who picked it out,” he giggles a little to himself, giddy as he once again remembers it's a gift from you (exclamation point: you!), but he forces himself to stay on track before he gets too distracted.

“Since it’s so soft and comfy, I don’t need to wear anything underneath! See?” Changbin takes the zipper in his hand and he intends to pull it down slowly, but well.. he’s excited, and just can’t wait to show you how naked he is underneath the soft fluff of the pajamas you bought him. Sitting on his knees, he pulls the zipper down swiftly; and how quick he pulls it down causes it to get stuck for a moment, but he manages to keep it going smoothly after correcting its course.

If you were here, you’d definitely laugh at him for being so eager– you’d say something mean, but in that sweet, saccharine voice that’d instantly make his face flush pink and dick grow impossibly hard. You’d giggle at him for being pathetic, cock up your eyebrow and tilt your head to the side when he blushes, smirk when you see him twitch and throb and squirm after calling him a slut for always putting himself out on display for you.

The pajamas, big and loose as they are to comfortably fit all of Changbin’s muscle mass, completely hid his erection from view until the zipper was pulled all the way down. His chest, his cute tummy, his leaky cock– you can see it all now. But despite being exposed, he doesn’t take the pajamas off– he keeps the hood pulled up, doesn’t slip his arms out of the sleeves or take his legs out of the pants. He leaves them on for one main reason– because he feels cute in them, and wants you to think he's cute too. 

“When I put them on I started thinking of you,” he says as he shifts into a more comfortable position off of his knees. There’s nothing to prop himself up against at the foot of the bed, so he has to just lean to one side and support himself with a single arm; not ideal, but the headboard has the very important task of keeping his phone upright (with the support of the pillows) and he will not be shifting anything around or starting over.

“A-And I get so hard whenever I think about you because you’re just so– mommy’s so pretty,” he says as his fingers ghost over his muscular chest, tracing the skin before he brushes his thumb over his nipple– the same way you would do it if you were here right now. It’s now that a blush finally rises on his cheeks; and it’s not that he’s embarrassed by doing it infront of a camera or from the image of himself tweaking his nipples reflected back at him, that part doesn’t matter– it’s because he’s sensitive.

His sensitivity to touch, whether yours or his own, is always enough to make his face burn, as it’s always a source of your teasing touches and words. You’ll pinch his sensitive nipples between your fingers while whispering filthy, playful words in his red-tinted ears, softly laughing when he squirms and whines.

“I miss you,” he speaks to the camera, biting his lip when he rolls his nipple between his thick fingers, trying not to become too whiny right from the start. Changbin is sure you’d like it if he was whiny right away, but he has to focus!

He knows there’s major appeal in him becoming restless and needy quickly, and he has already shown how eager he is by hastily fumbling with his zipper, but still– he wants this video to last longer than a measly 5 minutes. It takes you longer to cum than him, and he needs to provide a video long enough for you to play with yourself to without having to loop it– that’s his thought process, anyways.

He averts his gaze from his phone setup, opting to look down at himself as he reaches over his chest to give his other nipple equal treatment. "I miss–" he starts to elaborate, but stumbles on his words after giving his nipple a particularly harsh tug.

Shit– he has to move on if he wants to stay coherent enough to make a good video for you. Becoming unable to speak in the last few minutes is acceptable, but now, when he's barely even started? No, he has to do better! So he trails his hand downwards, away from his chest and over his soft stomach as he tries again to let out what he wants to tell you.  

“I miss your smile, and– m-miss your kisses, your perfume, your hugs, your–” It’s a habit of Changbin’s to babble in these situations thanks to your influence on him. You like to get him talking when he’s like this– hearing him shyly babble away all the things he thinks you want to hear is easily one of your favorite things about fucking him.

And he obviously knows this, which is why he’s freely speaking every little thing that comes to his mind, knowing that you’ll like it (even if watching it back later will make him feel incredibly embarrassed.) Changbin isn’t shy about many things, but you always effortlessly bring his bashful side out. 

It’s another one of your favorite things, he knows– reducing your otherwise confident and unashamed boyfriend into an overly talkative, shy mess while his body takes on varying shades of pink and red. So he does his best to bring himself to that place without your presence, to picture you there in front of him encouraging him to go on, to pretend his hand is yours instead.

His string of words is broken by a harsh, shuddery breath when his hand finally reaches his cock. Changbin licks his drying lips and looks back at himself in the camera as he takes his length into his hand, stroking it as slowly as he can stand to.

It's more of a struggle than he'd like to admit– this is the first day he's had enough freetime to touch himself since leaving weeks ago, and his sensitivity, paired with the knowledge that he's recording for you and that you'll see all of this when you wake up in a couple of hours is causing his need to grow at an exponentially faster rate than he was prepared for.

He lets out a hiss when he rubs his thumb over the tip, and he has to make a conscious effort not to squirm or jolt his hips up into his hand too abruptly (both for his own sake, and his phone that isn't entirely stable in its placement.) Changbin's bottom lip quickly grows swollen and red from how frequently he bites at it in a vain effort to contain himself, and while it's more than mildly embarrassing to have such little control over his own body and voice, he knows you'll enjoy watching his failed efforts.

Changbin forces eye contact with the view of himself in his phone, wanting to ensure that it feels like he's looking at you when you inevitably watch it. He observes every detail, does his best to take note of what it is you'll be seeing; he watches the rise and fall of his own chest, how his stomach clenches, how his ever so slightly exposed thighs tense and twitch.

You'll like this, right? Will think he's as sexy as he is cute? Will love it so much that you'll rub yourself over your dampening panties, that you'll reward him with a flood of sweet messages to wake up to when its morning for him?

"D-Do I look good like this, mama?" he asks the camera as he speeds up the motion of his hand, "Yes, right? I do? You love this, love me?" He briefly allows his eyes to close, imagining that you're there to answer his desperate questions.

'You look perfect, Binnie, you're amazing, such a good boy for me, I love you.' He can really hear you if he concentrates on the thought, as if you're just in front of him and not thousands of miles away peacefully asleep in bed.

Opening his eyes, Changbin remembers the bunny pajamas aren't the only thing he brought with him that he wanted to show you– he still has another surprise in store that he hopes you'll like to see. Letting go of his cock, he brings himself back to his knees and reaches for something just out of view of the camera– his fleshlight.

His phone tilts from the shift in the weight, and Changbin is quick to catch it before it completely topples over. He offers the camera a shy, somewhat awkward giggle as he puts his phone back in place, making an effort to secure it better this time in the hopes that it won't jostle too much from what he plans to do next. 

And in trying to get his toy ready quickly, he pours practically his entire travel-sized bottle of lube into it. A waste for sure, but he can always buy more later– getting the show back on track is more important.

Changbin is leaned forward now, face as close to the camera as it was when he was playing with the ears attached to the hood. His face being close again doesn't obscure the view of his body at all though, thanks to the fact that he's leaning at an angle, with one palm flat on the bed to support his weight while the other holds the fleshlight where he wants it.

He's a bit nervous for this part, if he's being honest– maintaining eye contact with himself while he fucks his toy is something he's never done before. But he wants to do it for you, so you have the best experience possible when he sends the video to you!

Other than briefly looking away to line himself up with the toy in his hand, he looks into the camera the entire time– as he slides inside, as he gasps and moans, as he rolls his hips over and over and over. He wonders if you’ve noticed it was gone; did you open up your shared drawer, pull out the bag containing all your fun little toys to have some fun with yourself, noticing in an instant that he took his own toys with him?

He imagines you did– that you pulled it out, intending to rummage for one of your vibrators and clearly saw it missing. You'd smile when you realized, he thinks, as there's only one reason to take such a thing with him. And you'd think of him the same way he always thinks of you, imagine him there next to you, close your eyes and pretend you're teasing him by making him watch you use a vibrator, not letting him touch you unless he's a good boy and keeps his hands to himself until you cum.

Changbin is always a good boy, even in his imaginary scenarios– he'd never, never do anything against what you tell him. Even when he imagines you touching yourself, when he thinks about what scenarios you'd picture in your mind to get off, he's a good boy who does whatever he's told, watching and waiting patiently for his time to touch you.

The ears on the hood still pulled over his fluffy hair bounce with each movement he makes, and finally he breaks eye contact with his phone, his head falling forward and eyes squeezing shut as his whimpers and moans grow in volume. "F-Feels so good baby, mom-mommy, mama, Binnie feels so– so good," he whines, biting his lip once more as he lifts his head to look at the camera again.

If he wasn't already so far gone, he'd feel bad for his neighbor on the other side of the hotel wall; he knows he's getting loud, but he can't help it. He's fucking his toy, head full of you– of what you'd say to him, how you'd sound with your vibrator pressed to your clit, how you'd expertly time your release with his, how you'd look at him when you cum together.

With his eyes squeezed shut, he can perfectly conjure the image of you in his head, vivid and almost real enough to trick his brain into believing you’re together right now.The way you smile at him always rattles his senses, pretty to an almost ethereal degree, sharply contrasting the dirty words you confidently, unashamedly tell him.

And while your voice rings clearly in his head, it’s not really you– it’s just the memory of you; vivid, clear, but not as real as he wants it to be. His imagination helps but it’s still nothing compared to if you were really talking to him, if he could see you when he opens his eyes, if he could reach out and touch you or smell your perfume mixed with arousal.

Changbin just wants you, he misses you so fucking bad. It’s the early hours of the morning where you are, and you’re likely still asleep, but he has to call you, has to hear your voice. He obviously intended to cum on camera for you, and he’ll definitely feel bad about waking you up when he’s back in his right mind, but all he can think about right now is how much he craves you.

He reaches for his phone, hastily ending the recording and pulling up your contact, pressing the call button before he can even think to stop himself. The phone rings for so unbearably long that Changbin expects to hear your voicemail message, but to his surprised relief, you answer; a soft, deep and groggy “hello?” from the other end of the line.

“Mommy–” he whines upon hearing your voice, his desperation clear through the speaker pressed to your ear. As if the needy whine wasn't enough of a tell to what he's doing, you can hear the slick, sloppy sounds of what you can only assume to be either his lubed up hand or one of his toys beneath his panting breaths and whimpery moans.

"Binnie," you start, a playful tone emerging in your voice, the haze of sleep melting away in record time in response to hearing your sweet boy playing with himself, "are you being naughty?"

He nods quickly before he remembers you can't even see him right now, and he needs to provide a verbal answer. "Y-Yeah, I– I was m-making a video for you but I need– need you so bad right now," he answers, his entire body shuddering when he hears you sweetly laugh in response.

"You always make me videos, though," you muse with a smile as you shift in bed, "but I'm guessing this is a naughty video, huh? Is that right, sweet boy?" Changbin whines when you call him that, but quickly affirms the statement with a timid 'yes.'

You hum as your smile grows, settling comfortably on your back as you continue to talk to him. "So, what happened? Got so needy while making your slutty little video for me that you couldn't even finish it properly? Had to call mommy and wake her up just so you could finish getting off, is that it?"

He lets out another whine– louder this time, and beneath it another sound becomes obvious to your ears; whatever hotel bed he's on is beginning to creak. It tells you something important– that's he's not just laying on his back and stroking himself, but that he's deliberately fucking whatever it is he's using. And given the growing volume and rapid rate of the creaking, you imagine he's rutting into it pretty desperately.

Oh, what a sight he must be right now– it's a shame he's not recording anymore, because his debauched desperation would reflect beautifully on camera, a perfect image for only your eyes to see. "Are your eyes closed, bunny? Are you imagining me there?" you suddenly ask him and again he answers with an affirmative, albeit timid, whine.

Good, you think– you know exactly what to do with this information; a little bit of roleplay is just the thing your sweet boy needs. "How's my pussy feel, baby? Is it good?" you ask, having to bite your lip to suppress a delighted laugh when he gasps and whimpers.

The fact that you're playing into his ongoing mental fantasies and pretending he's fucking you is driving him impossibly close to the edge. "S-So good, mama!" he manages to stutter out, and you can tell his rutting has grown more sporadic, the creaking of the bed far less successive and rhythmic as it was when you first noticed it.

“So wet, always so wet–” he continues, cutting himself off with a particularly loud whimper. In true ‘good boy’ fashion, Changbin intended to babble away all his thoughts and the things he knew you’d want to hear him say, but he has himself so high strung and taut that all he can do now is spill noise after noise from his harshly bitten lips.

He wishes he wasn’t so close, if only so you could hear your voice for a little longer, but he can’t delay it much more than he already has. And the poor boy, he tries to ask for permission, or at least warn you it’s coming, but all that comes out are broken syllables between all his panting and crying.

It’s obvious he’s close without him even having to say it, and while your bunny appreciates a mean streak when it comes from you, you can tell he needs this– and you’re not going to punish him for struggling to ask for permission. Instead, you’ll sweetly encourage him along; because another thing about Changbin is that he hates being bad, even when it’s by accident.

“Gonna fill me up, sweet boy? Fill mommy’s pussy with your cum?” you ask, ensuring he knows it’s more than okay, that you want him to cum for you. Changbin’s eyes roll back the instant the words leave your mouth, his cum spurting into the toy as a string of broken cries leave him in quick succession.

He collapses to the bed with exhaustion when he’s finally done, his chest heaving as he tries to calm his racing heart and get his breathing back under control. He’s impossibly hot, from equal parts the pajamas and how worked up he got, his face red hot and his hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, eyes still closed while his brain tries to reboot itself and get back to normal function.

“Shit–” he suddenly scrambles back up, pressing the phone back up to his ear, “I’m so sorry, you were sleeping, it’s still early there and I called you anyways, oh my god–” Your giggle cuts off his string of apologies, and while he’s still impossibly sorry for waking you up just because he was horny, he is relieved you’re not mad at him.

“It’s okay Bin, it was better than waking up to my alarm clock, that’s for sure,” you muse with a smile; could you have gotten an extra hour or two of sleep? Of course. But is this better? Absolutely.

“I love you, you know that? I love you so fucking much,” Changbin says and you giggle again before you reply. “I love you too, so don’t forget to send me that video! And clean yourself up, bunny, I know you’re a mess right now. I’ll stay on the phone with you, okay?”

“Yeah? You will?” he smiles as he complies, carefully rising from the bed to get himself and his toy clean. “Mhm, it’s starting to get late for you, right? I’ll stay until you sleep,” you tell him, and oh, does that make him ecstatic.

He sends you the video before he forgets, and you talk about mundane things while he takes care of all the tasks he needs to get done to sleep. You’re talking about little things like what you plan to eat for breakfast, what you have to do at work today, what friends you’re going to meet for lunch– and Changbin soaks it all up happily, sighing contentedly as he lies back in his hotel bed, curled up with your soft voice to lull him comfortably to sleep.

You don’t stop talking until you hear his soft snores and measured breaths, whispering to him a ‘good night’ and ‘I love you’ that he can no longer hear, but you have to say regardless. 

Ending the call, you still have an hour left before you have to start your day in earnest, with a video in your inbox from your sweet boy just waiting to be watched and played to. You smile as you set your laptop at the foot of the bed and click open his video along with your camera, rays of sunshine just beginning to illuminate your room through the curtains, setting a beautiful backdrop as you set yourself up to return your sweet boyfriend’s favor.

[holdmyhandnow]

wanted to practice some faces at different angles and ended up with ot8

[jaethecreator]

my cutie patooties..

[heluvschibi]

The Apocalypse: Part 2

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⚠️blood, jump scare? Cussing, mini panic attack(s), throwing up, weapons

📄2/8 of the boys get introduced!!!

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des:Food ✔ water ✔ survivors… WAIT SURVIVORS?!

words:1.9k

Y/N's POV

I got out of the apartment alive and well I obviously had to kill a few zombies, but I was fine, I went through the back entrance of the apartments, where the dumpsters we're and snuck my way out, now I'm currently crouched down behind a car as a group of zombies stumble around, I can feel my heart in my throat...

"Shit... Shit..." I turned around to peek behind the car, there were about 7,9 zombies...I got so far away from the apartment... I can't just go back now...

I look around for any distractions...and-

"No fucking way..." I mumbled out, a toy store...no zombies in it, there's a few zombies I have to kill on the way but... I can do it.

I pulled out my knife and snuck behind the big potting plant for trees, the zombie had it's back facing me, "Lord please let me survive this and tell my children how cool I was..."

I grabbed the zombie dragging it down with me before stabbing it in the head, I tried not to barf, but the smell...I wiped my hand on my jacket and looked forward, the toy store.

I hurried and rushed in... the door is open!

The door is open?

I grabbed my golf putt and walked around cautiously, I felt someone... Or something grabs me, and I hurried and turned around pushing the zombie off of me, before hitting it blindly killing it.

"Oh my gosh..." I put my hand on my heart feeling it beating wildly, the zombies face was completely smashed in, not a sight for sore eyes or any eyes...I felt something come up and before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees throwing up my breakfast...

"Aw, come on..." I stood up my stomach hurting from hurling, and looked around for what I came in here for...

I walked through the aisles looking for- "Monkey!" I smiled, it was one of the monkey's holding cymbals, all you have to do is wind. it up and clash clash clash.

I remember having to buy one of these loud monkeys for a prank at my office for my senior.

I grabbed three of the monkeys and walked to the door winding one of the monkeys up and tossing it pretty far, the zombies in the area all growled and ran that way, I tossed another one out there for good luck.

And when I had my opening, I ran, I ran as fast as I could, the zombies being distracted by the monkeys to even pay me mind I rushed to the convenient store, opening the door and closing it when I'm in, because the door is glass and the windows are big I had to be quick, I hurried and took off my bag and started looting.

When my bag looked full, I turned around to get out, but a zombie was coming this way I hurried and looked around and decided on the employee room.

I rushed closing the door and banging was heard on the door, and like I did in my apartment I pushed all my weight the door to keep it shut.

Soon gun shots were heard, that was scary too, the growling stopped so did the pounding on the door.

"Hyung, we're the zombies acting weird..."

"Yeah, they were all gathered over here..."

The footsteps got closer; I don't know what came over me, but I held onto the doorknob, so the door won't open.

"Is there something in there?"

"Someone you mean..."

I heard one of the guys grunting, I'm trying hard to make sure the door doesn't fling open. Soon the doorknob stopped wriggling and the guys sighed.

I let go of the doorknob and let out a small sigh myself before the door flung open, I fell back landing on my butt, I let out a cry in pain.

I looked up to see two guys, one of them holding a gun to my face and the other one behind him holding a flashlight, I closed my eyes from him shining the light in my face.

"Oh..." One of the guys said, he lowered the flashlight, and I peeked open my eyes before opening them all the way.

"Are you bit?" The fox looking guy said.

I shook my head no.

And the guy holding the gun lowers it, tucking it away.

"Gosh, why didn't you open the door?" The guy spoke and he had an Australian accent, I was still on the ground in shock.

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After we calmed down, we all had a small snack and talked.

The fox looking guy who sat on the couch next to me that practicality blinded me with a flashlight earlier smiled at me, a very kind smile before speaking "I'm so sorry for earlier, you know. Have to be careful." I remember he told me that his name was Yang Jeongin.

And the guy who pointed a gun in my face from earlier name was Bahng Christopher Chan, but told me to just call him Chan was leaning on the table looking at us, with very attractive lips surprisingly "So... Gangnam...?" He raised one of his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I can understand your confusion, I was just rotting in my room until I ran out of food. I never expected to run into a living person who doesn't smell like rotting corpse..." I joke, earning a small smile from Chan and a quiet chuckle from Jeongin.

"We never expected to find anyone living in Gangnam. I'm actually kinda happy." Jeongin smiled at me his eyes crinkling into crescent moons, I blushed a little.

"So where have you been living?"

"Oh well, me and a couple of our friends decided to live at my family small cabin in the woods-"

"Chan hyung stop lying!" Jeongin looked at Chan then at me, "Chan hyungs family cabin is huge! There's like a million bedrooms, I don't even think it should be classified as a cabin... More like a whole dang mansion!" Jeongin spread his arms out waving them around, I laughed at his exaggeration.

"Sorry for him. He's just... Jeongin." Chan giggled, "But we live in my family's 'Mansion' in the woods, we somewhat fortified it so it's safe for me and the other seven guys."

"Seven guys?" I raised my eyebrow.

"It doesn't matter-" "oh my gosh Chan hyung I just had the best idea ever." Jeongin butted in again causing Chan to groan. "What if we take her home!? We can introduce her to some of the guys!" Jeongin smiled.

The way he said it made it seem like I was a little homeless puppy living on the street...

"Eh, I wouldn't want to invade your guy's privacy..." I shook my head no.

"No you wouldn't, you would have your own room and everything! So we won't invade your privacy and you won't invade ours!"

"Jeongin, I don't think she wants to come." Chan mumbled.

Jeongin looking at Chan and pouted, "But... Come on Y/n." Jeongin looked at me, "It's not safe here."

I looked at Jeongin then at Chan.

"He's right you know, what if you do somehow get back home, Gangnam is still very full of zombies, and by the looks of what you brought with you on a simple scavenge, you aren't prepared to just live on your own during an apocalypse, even if you were safe for this long. Who knows how long you will survive." Chan walked toward us dragging the swivel chair with him to sit down in front of us. "But let's say you don't make it home, you get attacked by zombies or worse... Strange people. What will happen to you? We're not pushing you but your currently stopped at a fork road right now."

I bit my bottom lip thinking about what he was saying, then, "Okay you've convinced me."

Chan nodded and leaned back in the swivel chair.

"But can we stop by the apartment...I need to get a few things."

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Chan's POV

I walked out of the employees' room and into the store, I pulled out the small black walkie talkie.

"Minho, it's Chan checking in..." I said over the walkie talky.

...

"Minho?" I said worriedly.

"Sorry, I was fighting with the kids again-" a scream was heard in the back, very whiny scream.

"What the hell is going on over there?!" I shouted, Jeongin peeking his head out from the employees' room from hearing the muffled commotion.

"Hyung what's going on...?" Jeongin mumbled confused by the scream and me yelling.

"I don't know-"

"Sorry, Jisung is crying because- what was it again?" A mumbled was heard over the speaker of the walkie talkie. "Because Seung min called him a baby..."

I sighed... "Jisung... Just.... I don't know just ignore him."

"I did hyung but he keeps calling me a baby!" Jisung yelled.

"This is stupid...okay whatever- Minho, we found a survivor here at Gangnam..." I mumbled.

Whining was heard in the background, but it soon faded out, Minho was probably moving away from the noise. "Gangnam? Isn't that part over run? Wait why are you even there?" Minho spoke sounding suspicious.

"Yeah, it is over run, but we found this girl huddled up here in the convenient store just down the road by the apartments."

"Check if she's okay, bites, sickness, bloody nose, ruthless attacking, anything, if she's fine bring her back. If not-"

"I know...we shoot her." I mumbled the last part.

"Come back safe, over." Silence was heard from over his line, I put my walkie talkie back in my back pocket and walked back into the employee room.

After checking her for any sign's that she may turn, she was clean. Surprisingly. Gangnam was hit pretty hard because how much people are here, I never expected someone to survive over here.

Seungmin was worried when the apocalypse started...

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Flashback....

"HYUNG!" Seungmin shouted, he ran to me tears filling his eyes, what did a zombie get in?

"What's happening? Are you okay are the guys okay—"

"Hyung, h-he won't answer..." Seungmin showed me his phone screen, he called his grandpa and grandma 20 times in total and not one of them answered, he pulled his phone away and immediately called his grandpa again...

"The number you are trying to reach is unavailable at this time please-" Seungmin hung up and looked up at me, desperation in his eyes.

"Hyung... W-we have to go to Gangnam..."

This is new... Seungmin usually kept his emotions in, he never came to me or any of the other guys, so none of us really knew how he felt but... This... This is a side I never wanted to see of him. His crying got worse as rambling of wanting—no needing to go to Gangnam spews from his mouth, I place my hand on his shoulder and that stops him, he looks up at me "P-please hyung, I-I don't want my grandparents to be- dead."

I sighed, there is nothing I can really do, the car ran out of gas just in time when we got here, and the start of the apocalypse just happened, only a fool, and idiot would run out there blindly.

"Seungmin, I'm sorry but as the eldest I have to protect you guys from danger. And I think if I say yes to you just running to Gangnam, and you die... I think I would blame myself if you never came back..."

Distraught, anger, sadness...it was written all over his face.

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Maybe, just maybe Seungmin's Grandpa is still alive.

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BOOM I'M BACK!!!! I still have a small cough but i'll survive!

did you guys miss me? BECAUSE I DID! I missed writing and posting (I was writing while I was sick...it's like addicting to me or something...) sorry if it's bad hehe

I'll be updating both the normal masterlist and The Apocalypse masterlist. -Chibi

have a good day/afternoon/night!!

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since people “don’t understand why skz are so popular” aka the one person who said that to me today… I have prepared an essay that no one asked for

Now, let's dive into the reasons why Stray Kids deserve all the recognition they've received.

1. Musical Talent: Stray Kids is a group of incredibly talented individuals who excel in various aspects of music production. They write, compose, and produce their own music, showcasing their versatility and creativity. Their unique sound, which blends various genres, has resonated with fans worldwide, earning them numerous (numerous babes😚😚😚) awards.

2. Performance Skills: Stray Kids is known for their high-energy performances that captivate audiences. Their synchronized dance routines, powerful vocals, and charismatic stage presence have earned them a reputation as one of the BEST FUCKING live performers in the K-pop industry.

3. Diverse Content: Stray Kids has consistently delivered diverse content to their fans, including music videos, reality shows, and variety programs. Their ability to connect with fans through various platforms has helped them build a strong and loyal fanbase.

4. Positive Impact: Stray Kids has been actively involved in various philanthropic activities, such as donating to charity and participating in environmental campaigns. Their positive influence on society has not gone unnoticed, and it's one of the reasons why they continue to receive support and recognition.

5. Fan Engagement: Stray Kids has a strong bond with their fans 'STAYs.' They frequently interact with their fans through social media, fan meetings, and live events, creating a sense of community and belonging. This strong connection with their fans has played a significant role in their success.

Imagine if Stray Kids hadn't received all the recognition they've earned. The world would be a less colorful place, with fewer catchy tunes to dance to and fewer heartwarming stories to share. We'd be deprived of their infectious energy and their ability to bring people together through music. So, the next time you hear a Stray Kids song or see one of their performances, remember that they deserve EVERY BIT of the success they've achieved.

GOOD BYE

ALSO

Stay mad❤️

[sickskz]

One step too far

Synopsis/intro: After over a week of bedrest due to having the flu, Hyunjin is beyond ready to get back on stage. Desperate to make up for his lost time, he pushes his body beyond its limits on his first performance back. What starts off as exhaustion and sore muscles the next day quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. Luckily, his members are looking out for him.

A.k.a the fic where Hyunjin gets rhabdo

Sickie: Hyunjin

Caretaker/s: mainly a mix of Changbin, Felix, Han and Chris

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Hyunjin had always been one for theatrics, there was no denying that. Call him a drama queen, he holds the title with pride. However, saying that when he woke up this morning, his body felt like someone had tried to repurpose it by throwing him in a volcano and have him spat back out… That honestly wasn’t even an exaggeration. 

Every single cell in his body felt like it was screaming at him, set aflame and burning up from within. Opening his eyes was like peeling open an old, rusty lock. He didn’t know how he could possibly be able to move at all.

Yesterday was the first concert Hyunjin had been able to perform in a couple of weeks. He’d been put on a small leave due to having the flu, but yesterday he had finally been declared as ‘healthy’ and fit to perform again.

As one then does, he gave a little extra for the stays, jacking up his energy to 110% for each and every song.

Being back on the stage had been so incredibly liberating, it really had him wondering how he could ever survive without it. 

He had been sore before, of course, all the time, but nothing like this. Ever. Not even the flu had his body aching as much it did right now. 

Hyunjin almost felt like crying. In fact, judging by the dampness on his face, he might have cried already in his sleep. Or maybe it was just sweat. Either way, they both told the same story. He was in pain. 

He inhaled a shuddering breath, wincing when his chest expanded and stretched his tender muscles. He peeked over to the bed at the other side of the room. Empty. Changbin was up. The clock was in his peripheral, so a small shift told him all he needed to know. It was 10am… and no one had woken him up yet? Strange. 

Hyunjin struggled to roll on his side so he could prop himself up to sit, body protesting his every move and his stomach churning from the strain. He gulped. 

The change in posture caused the room before him to tilt violently, nausea crashing over him as his vision dimmed at the edges. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping it would help, but it only made him feel like he was spinning even more. He tried to hold on to his mattress to steady himself, but pain lanced through his body sharply, stealing the air from his lungs. 

“Shi..” he lurched forward just in time as a mouthful of bile shot up his throat, splashing on the floor and only partially into the trash can in between the two beds. He desperately grabbed hold of it as a second wave came over him, retching loudly as vomit scratched up his throat. He could still not see straight, so dizzy that for a moment, he was worried he was going to faint. 

How the hell had he gotten sick again? He had just recovered.. he thought immunity was a thing. Maybe he hadn’t actually been all clear before performing again? Maybe this was the punishment his body gave him for not waiting long enough.. 

He couldn’t make sense of it…

He had felt pretty good yesterday, great even, and he hadn’t had a fever in days. 

Now, Hyunjin had never mastered being quiet when throwing up, even with his stomach as empty as it was now. He was loud, and as he heaved and retched unproductively, footsteps could be heard thundering down the hall.

The door slammed open, showing Changbin in the doorway with a wide-eyed expression that quickly morphed into one of concern. 

“Hyun—… aish” the rapper scurried over, briefly looking over the small mess before sitting down beside his dongsaeng on the bed. 

He put a hand on his back to comfort him, but Hyunjin cried out in pain at the touch, a mix between a gag and a sob leaving his mouth. Changbin freezed, pulling his hand back and letting it hover uncertainly over Hyunjins sweat drenched t-shirt. He didn’t feel particularly hot, like he had a fever, but every other symptom seemed quite clear.

“I’m-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, hey..” Changbin tried to keep his composure, immediately losing track of what to do if he couldn’t provide any physical comfort. He was usually good at that when it came to Hyunjin. “It’s okay, hey, it’s okay, try to breathe” he settled for that, moving his hands to hold onto his own thighs. Resisting the urge to reach out, hug him, anything to console him. 

Hyunjin gasped for air, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to will his body to listen. Changbins hand felt like it was made of prickly needles when it landed against his back, digging into his skin and causing electric shocks of pain all through him. 

However, his presence did help, and Hyunjin could feel himself start to calm down and follow his hyungs guidance.

He wasn’t sure how long it took, but after a while he finally managed to breathe a little easier.

“Are you done?”

Hyunjin nodded reluctantly, letting Changbin pry the trash can from his hands and setting it aside to deal with later. 

“You poor thing” Changbin cooed in sympathy. “have you gotten yourself sick again? I.. I’m sorry I touched your back, does it hurt?” The rappers eyes glistened with guilt and Hyunjin wanted to punch him for being so annoyingly sweet and kind. It wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know touching his back would make it feel like he was ripping a knife through his muscle fibers. Hell, that even caught Hyunjin himself by surprise. He had never felt anything like that before. 

“I..” Hyunjin swallowed thickly, then exhaled shakily “I don’t know. I just woke up feeling like… like I’ve been run over by a truck a couple times” as if on cue, his right calf suddenly cramped up, making him double over himself with a hiss. 

Changbin frowned, stopping himself before he instinctively went to hold on to the other to support him. “Did you go too hard last night? I mean, you certainly made an awesome show, but..” he trailed off, as if a thought just crossed his mind. “Do you want me to bring some ice packs? Maybe it can help ease the soreness a little.” 

Hyunjin didn’t want to be alone, not now. He was still too dizzy. “No, please don’t leave” he answered quickly, tears brimming in his eyes and lips wobbly. Changbins expression softened, and he smiled gently. 

“Okay..” Changbin sighed and Hyunjin sniffled helplessly. “Can I touch you? I just want to feel if you have a fever.” the rapper said earnestly, earning a small nod from the younger. 

Changbin’s hand didn’t feel like needles this time. In fact, it was a gentle warmth that ever so lightly caressed his forehead. Hyunjin let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Hm, you don’t feel warm.. I think you may just have really overworked your body, Hyunjinnie” Changbin commented, fully immersed in his nurse role. “I can ask if one of the others can come by with some ice packs then, is that okay?” 

“Yes-” Hyunjin didn’t even hesitate. “Please.”

He didnt feel warm, according to Changbin, but he wholeheartedly disagreed. He felt like he was burning, pain searing through his bones relentlessly. Icing himself down seemed like the only possible way to relief. 

“Alright-” Changbin finally glanced at the bedsheets Hyunjin had been sleeping on. A dark patch in the shape of a human was visible in the center of his bed. “I.. I think we better get your sheets changed.. and get you into some fresh clothes too, don’t you think?” The rapper swiped a drop of sweat off Hyunjins forehead. “Do you think you can stand?”

Hyunjin thought for a moment, eyes squinting, then shrugged halfway- not really able to bring his shoulders into it. “Dunno.”

Changbin seemed conflicted, brows drawn together in deep consideration and his lips pursed. “Okay.. uh, how about you support yourself on me, I don’t have to touch you if it hurts.. or.. what do you think?” He pushed himself to stand up from the bed, holding out a muscular arm so Hyunjin could cling onto his bicep.

Hyunjin had a countdown in his head before standing up with all the might he could muster. His legs were like jello beneath him, but he managed to stand wobbly, latching himself onto Changbins arm. The pain was worst in his back and legs, as well as deep in his abdomen and torso. His arms were tolerable in comparison, though they too felt unusually heavy. 

He took one small shuffle of a step, and though his knees buckled slightly, he was able to stay up by holding onto Changbins steady form. “Okay, let’s go” 

They must’ve looked like a nurse walking his 97 year old patient through the corridors of the nursing home, the way Changbin patiently supported a frail, hunched over Hyunjin- who walked about as fast as a snail. 

Every step burned, he struggled to lift his feet off the ground, but when he finally was able to settle on the couch, it was all worth it. 

Changbin had grabbed a clean T-shirt, pyjama pants and a pair of socks for him when they were on their way out of the bedroom, and still managed to send a text regarding ice packs.

Hyunjin hadn’t really realised he was squeezing his eyes shut again when he was sat down on the couch, until he opened them to see Jeongin staring at him from the couch opposite of him. His expression was sceptical, his eyes scanning Hyunjin like he was some sort of chemical weapon. Did he look that bad? 

“You good?” Was all their maknae had to offer. 

You good? Hyunjin clicked his tongue quietly. No, he was not fucking GOOD. He was awful, actually.

In fact, he wondered if the youngest would comply if he asked him to strangle him with a couch cushion to put him out of his misery. Right then and there.

“Yeah..” Hyunjin managed, forcing a small smile as Changbin put out the fresh clothes for him. “‘Just… must’ve overdid it last night, I guess” he chuckled weakly, wincing at the pain it caused around his rib cage. 

“Ah.” Jeongin nodded, shrugging his shoulders and returning to whatever it was he was watching on his phone. Hyunjin probably would have been offended by his disinterest if it wasn’t for the fact that he still was in agony. 

“Lift your arms up.” Changbin ordered softly, and Hyunjin obliged to the best of his ability. He got them a little over halfway up before reaching a dead end in his shoulder joints, and his arms quivered so much it almost looked like he was shaking them purposefully. A strange, new choreography, perhaps. 

Luckily, Changbin was swift and managed to both strip him of his sweaty shirt and replace it with a clean one before his arms collapsed back down against his sides. He went to try and help him with his pyjama pants, but that took an awful lot of effort. For them both. 

Hyunjin, as if he was a severely injured patient, clung onto Changbin over his shoulder as the older managed to undress and dress him without bending or hurting his legs too much. There was no way he hadn’t done that before. Changbin moved like a professional. 

Once fully clothed in dry clothes, Hyunjin carefully slid down to lay on his side. Changbin lifted his throbbing legs onto the couch for him, then helped him get a pillow under his neck for support. “Better?” The rapper asked, crouching down and looking at him with a kind smile. 

Hyunjin managed a small smile of his own, despite the tears still stinging at the corner of his eyes. He watched on as Changbin lifted his strong hand and ever so gently wiped a droplet from the edge of his eyelashes. His heart ached with emotion, making his breath hitch. “Thank you, binnie..”

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Lee know arrived in the common room shortly after with three ice packs wrapped neatly in towels. An art he had performed many times. 

“Injured? Sick?” He asked shortly, handing the packs to Changbin, who was now sitting carefully next to where Hyunjin had his head propped up and supported by pillows. He had also gotten a pillow to support between his legs, one behind his back, and one that he was hugging to his chest. 

Even with his eyes closed, Hyunjin could feel the unsure shrug Changbin responded with. “Don’t really know. He doesn’t feel feverish, but his body aches like crazy..” 

Hyunjin let out a small, appreciative hum when he felt the first chilled bundle carefully press to the back of his neck. Another one was soon placed gingerly against his back, held in place thanks to the pillow. 

“Lee Know, can you place the last one of his legs? Seemed like they hurt a lot.” Changbin spoke rather quietly, probably assuming Hyunjin was asleep. It wasn’t far from the truth. Despite having slept in, Hyunjin felt exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Can’t he do it himself? He’s not asleep.” Lee Know said in a teasing voice, and Hyunjin squinted his eyes open to glare at him.

As he stubbornly went to reach his arm out for the last ice pack, Hyunjin froze with a wince as the burning slashed across his back and down his legs. 

“Agh-!” His hand fell back to dig into the pillow he’d been cradling to his chest, and the younger curled in on himself as he tried to breathe through the cramps. Short, sharp breaths. 

“Woah, hey, don’t…. Jesus..” Lee know seemed unsure of what to say, unsure of what to make of the situation. Hyunjin wasn’t too sure himself. “Uh, I was just poking some fun, sorry...” he sounded genuine enough. 

Hyunjin could feel the cooling of the pack against his calf, and inhaled shakily before opening his eyes again. “It’s fine.” he spoke through gritted teeth, his eyebrows pinched. It wasn’t fine, and he could sense Changbin and Lee Know having a silent conversation between the two of them. Hyunjin was too tired to be bothered with what it was about. 

Changbin carefully swiped some sweaty strands of hair from Hyunjin’s face. “Actually.” he cleared his throat, as if the mouthing silent words to Lee Know a second ago somehow had messed with his vocal cords. “Lee Know, could you grab a thermometer as well? I just wanna make sure..” 

“Sure.” Lee know nodded, awkwardly turning on his feet and heading towards the nearest bathroom. 

He returned a moment later with a thermometer in hand, and Changbin thanked him before preparing it for use. 

“Alright, can you open your mouth for me?” Changbin said gently, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but furrow his brows as he was spoken to like a child. He wanted to retort with something along the lines of ‘I don’t know, can I?’ Or ‘why don’t you make me?’, but he resorted to simply complying in silence. 

The cool metal tip from the thermometer nested safely under his tongue, and after a few seconds, it beeped. Changbin pulled it back to read off the tiny screen, face contorted in concentration. 

“Hm.”

“Hm?” Hyunjin urged, struggling to keep himself awake for any longer than he needed. 

“36.8°C (98.2°F), no fever..” Changbin said with a hum, placing the thermometer on the table. That’s good, Hyunjin guessed. Didn’t explain anything though. Maybe it really was just overexertion..

“Hyunjinnie, should I ask if Felix to come by with some pain relief patches?” Changbin asked softly, eyes darting between his phone screen and Hyunjins pitiful form. 

Hyunjin thought about it briefly. While he didn’t want to cause Felix any trouble, he was in such desperate need of relief that there was no way he could turn it down.  

“Yes, please.”

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12pm

Hyunjin had fallen asleep again. 

When he woke up, it was thanks to the sound of Changbin and Han laughing in unison. They could very well be at the very other end of the house, as far as he knew, considering how loud they could be. He heard them either way. 

Hyunjin groaned, the pain welcoming him back to consciousness. First then was he alerted to the fact that, although it was quite obviously not Changbin anymore, someone was sitting beside him.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Felix’s voice was soft, and he leaned forward to peer down at Hyunjins face with a toothy smile. “Heard you weren’t feeling the best.”

Hyunjin tried to return the smile, genuinely happy that out of everyone else, Felix was the one sitting by him. “Feeeeelix~” Hyunjin drawled, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. It wasn’t very effective.

“How are you feeling?” Felix mused softly. The sunlight behind him almost gave him the illusion of a halo, like he was truly something otherworldly. An angel sent to Hyunjin in his moment of suffering.

Hyunjin let out a frustrated sigh, his lips forming a small pout. “Exhausted.” he muttered, his voice tinged with defeat. “I don’t get it.. I was finally feeling okay yesterday, but now… I think my body hates me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this sore.” His tone was petulant, almost childlike, but Felix understood. Hyunjin was upset, and rightfully so.

Felix ran his fingers through his hair, carefully untangling the salty strands that had clumped together earlier. “Yeah?” Hyunjin watched as the other’s eyebrows knit together in thought, though his lips still held a small smile. “Do you think you could describe it a little more ? I just want to understand what you’re feeling. Maybe I can help.”

Hyunjin blinked groggily, trying to piece together the words that could best describe what he was feeling. “It’s… hard to explain.” he admitted, his voice small. “It feels like my muscles are… burning. When I-I move, it feels like they’re tearing-“ he took a break to allow himself some less strained breaths, before continuing. “Even breathing, it feels like someone’s pulling at my ribs.. and my legs… gah, they just keep cramping up all the time, so so bad...” he couldn’t help the small, petulant half-sob that slipped past his lips, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I-I just don’t understand why everything hurts so much..”

Felix nodded thoughtfully, his brow furrowed as he listened. His heart ached at the sight of Hyunjin being so miserable and unlike his usual self. “Okay, it’s okay~” he soothed, soft fingers ever so tenderly brushing across Hyunjins cheek. 

“That sounds awful, Hyunjin-ah… I’m sorry.” Felix murmured, voice heavy with care. “You really pushed yourself way too hard, didn’t you?” He paused, his expression softening. 

“I… I really do think the best thing right now is for you to rest. Let your body recover, okay? And I’ll see if I can find something to help with the cramps..”

Hyunjin nodded weakly, his eyelids already slipping. The effort of talking had drained him again. “Okay.” he whispered, curling a little tighter around the pillow pressed to his chest. “Thank you, ‘Lix.”

Felix leaned down to tuck the blanket more securely around him, his hands ever so agile and light. “Of course. Just try to sleep, Hyunjin. You’re going to be okay.” His voice was soft, comforting enough that Hyunjin’s breathing soon evened out and he drifted off yet again. 

Once Felix was sure Hyunjin was asleep, he stood up quietly, trying not to disturb him. He made his way to the kitchen, hoping that a warm meal might help his friend recover faster.

When he entered the room, he found that Chan already there, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in hand. The leader was scrolling through something on his phone, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. At the sound of Felix’s footsteps, he looked up and offered a small smile.

“Hey, Lix. You alright?” Chan asked, setting his phone down. His sharp eyes immediately picked up on Felix’s slightly frazzled state. 

Felix hesitated for a moment before nodding half-heartedly. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s Hyunjin I’m worried about.” He moved to the stove, pulling out a pot and setting it on the burner. 

Chan’s expression darkened at the mention of Hyunjin’s name. “What’s going on?” he asked, pushing away from the counter and setting his mug down. 

As Felix began chopping some vegetables with methodical precision, he relayed everything Hyunjin had told him to Chan. His voice was steady, but the worry in his eyes was unmistakable.

Chan listened without interruption.

“-I don’t know, Chris, he really doesn’t look too good.” Felix insisted with a sigh, stretching his arms up above his head to try and ease the tension in his shoulders. “The way he described his pain, I…. I can tell something is wrong, I just can´t figure out what.. If he’s not better in a few hours, we have to contact someone. A doctor, a nurse, just someone who knows what they’re doing.”

It was more a conclusion than a suggestion, but Chan couldn’t say that he would’ve disagreed either way. He had listened intently as Felix summed up Hyunjins state, pale, sweaty, and face scrunched in pain even in his sleep. Like Felix, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to this than the dancer just having overworked himself.

“I agree.“ Chan said softly, a sigh escaping his lips as he mindlessly peered out the window. “We’ll just have to keep a close eye on him, yeah? If anything changes for the worse, we know what we need to do.” The oldest watched Felix stir around in the pot, noticing that he had grown quiet, lost in thought. 

“Speaking of, is he alone right now?“ Chan asked, breaking Felix out of his spiralling mind. 

Felix shook his head, his voice low. “He was still fast asleep when I left about 15 minutes ago. Han and Changbin are hanging out in the next room, keeping an ear out in case they hear anything.”

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2pm

Roughly one and a half hour had passed, and while Hyunjin had hoped and prayed he would be getting better with time and rest, things were only taking a turn for the worse. 

When he woke up from his nap, his body was covered in a new layer of cold sweat, relentless shivers running through his body. He didn’t feel the same, sharp pain he’d felt earlier, but the dull ache in his body lingered, only faded because he felt too dazed to fully grasp it.

“Felix…?” Hyunjin called out, his voice barely carrying into the room and filled with an aching need for reassurance. He felt awfully strange, like he was no longer in his own body, his own voice sounded like an echo. 

His chest felt jittery, his heart drumming erratically against his ribs. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable, and it made it a little harder to catch his breath.

A head popped around the corner just a moment later, but it wasn’t Felix. 

“Hey, pretty boy~” Han said with a soft smile, his eyebrows furrowing as he took in the sight of Hyunjin’s trembling form. A particularly harsh shiver ran through him, covering his skin in goosebumps from head to toe.

“You need anything? Felix just went to make some food for you guys.” Jisungs voice was gentle, though the uncertainty in his tone was clear as he stepped closer, his eyes scanning Hyunjin’s pale face, taking in the cold sweat and unsteady shivers. His expression softened further, worry fully replacing any teasing edge.

Hyunjin couldn’t hold himself together anymore. The tears that had been welling in his eyes finally spilled over, streaking down his pale skin as his body shuddered beneath the blankets.

“I-I really don’t feel good…” Hyunjin’s voice was barely above a whisper, his words trembling just as much as his body.

Han’s heart ached at the sight. He gently placed a hand on Hyunjin’s forehead, his eyes widening as he felt the heat radiating from his skin. “Sh-..You’re burning up.” he murmured, his voice laced with worry. “I thought Changbin-hyung said you didn’t have a fever…“

Hyunjin’s sobs came out in small, pitiful gasps, the salty tears soaking into the pillow below him. The fever had drained him, leaving him a shell of his usual self. Weak, feverish, and utterly vulnerable. He gripped onto the others boys hand desperately, like it was some sort of lifeline.

“Awh, Hyunjin-ah, It’s okay, it’s okay.“ With his free hand, Han attempted to wipe away the tears, his fingers tenderly brushing the damp strands of hair from Hyunjin’s pallid face. Every touch was an attempt to soothe, to comfort him in any way possible. 

Then, the rapper fumbled for his phone, dialing Felix’s number in a hurry, his heart clenching uncomfortably in his chest.

Thankfully, Felix answered on the second ring. “Lix, it’s Hyunjin. Something’s wrong.” Jisung’s voice was strained with worry, but he didn’t need to say more.

Felix didn’t respond; he simply ended the call. But the sudden sound of hurried footsteps, echoing from the kitchen, was all the reassurance Jisung needed. 

“It huuuurts..” Hyunjin wailed miserably, voice cracking with the strain of the sobs wracking his body. 

Felix and Chan both came jogging into the living room, quickly assessing the situation and stepping up behind Jisung with big eyes. 

“Shhh, what hurts, baby? What hurts?” Jisung eased himself off the couch to sit on the ground beside him, never once letting go on Hyunjins clammy hand. He didn’t know what else to do, looking at Felix and Chan with a desperate look in his eyes. 

“M-my legs, my-my l-legs…" Hyunjin chanted in gasps, writhing with pain as Felix carefully stepped forward and started pulling the blanket off him. His legs felt like they’d been wrapped up far too tight, feeling both numb and excruciatingly painful at the same time. 

“Can I take a look, Hyunjin-ah? Please?” Felix voice was soft and gentle, and Hyunjin barely managed to nod. Chan handed the thermometer to Han, who quickly added two and two together.

With the thermometer back in between Hyunjins chapped lips, Felix pulled back the blankets fully. He carefully lifted the cuffs of Hyunjins loose pyjama pants, freezing in action.

“Chris-" Felix’s voice caught in his throat and the silence that followed was fiercely broken by the urgent beeping of the thermometer. 

“Yeah, I’m already calling for an ambulance. Felix, take off his socks, they may be cutting off circulation.” Their leader immediately responded, lifting his phone to his ear and holding a hand to the back of his own neck. 

“39.5°C(103.1°F)” Han read aloud, looking back to Chan with panic swirling around his eyes. How had it changed so quickly? 

Hyunjin laid there, sobs dying down into quick, shallow breaths as he tried to understand what was going on around him. He could only capture a few things here and there, completely overwhelmed by the tightening pain that held his body in a lock.

When Felix removed his socks, there was an immediate relief, but it washed over him fleetingly, quickly replaced by the same sharp, stabbing pain.

Hyunjin cried out in agony, gripping onto Hans shoulder in desperation, body tense and erratic. Felix swallowed back his own tears as he assessed Hyunjins legs, all while not touching them. 

His feet looked.. weird, for the lack of a better word. Hyunjin was lean, with a naturally slender build that was only accentuated by the muscle tone he had earned as a hardworking dancer. 

His ankles in particular, were and had always been slim, a delicate shape that stood as a sharp contrast to the strength they had.

Now, Hyunjins feet didn’t even look like they belonged to him. They were puffed up unnaturally, skin stretched and flushed. The swelling was so distinct that indentations from his socks remained imprinted in his shins.

Felix frowned deeply, eyes darting from the swollen limbs to Hyunjins face, contorted in pain. His hands hovered, unsure if any touching would cause more harm than good. 

Chan paced around with the phone to his ear, rattling off information to the dispatcher with a calmness in his voice that just barely masked his own rising panic.

‘They’re on the way’ Chan mouthed to Felix when he caught his panicked eyes, who only nodded helplessly in return. 

“It’s going to be okay, help will be here soon.” Jisung murmured softly, his trembling fingers carefully carding through Hyunjins damp hair.

In the span of a few minutes, Hyunjin slipped further into a haze of delirium, the world around him breaking under the weight of pain. His eyes fluttered open and shut, unfocused and glassy. Garbled cries broke from his lip, tearless sobs that made his chest heave in uneven gasps. Feverish words tumbled out of him, disjointed and meaningless, and his grip on Jisungs hand was getting weaker. 

Hyunjin hazily caught the fleeting images of his friends moving around him, seeming to multiply. Suddenly, they morphed, first to blurry paramedics, then to nurses. 

Snippets of words floated past him in a faint echo, eerie and unfamiliar: Hypotensive, edema, AKI, crisis. He heard the faint blare of sirens and a distant mutter of ‘I’m here’ through the relentless pounding of his heartbeat in his ears.

Then, all at once, everything disappeared.

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It all felt like a few seconds, like an abnormally long blink. 

When he opened his eyes again, the room around him was new. White and sterile. 

A clean, clinical smell clung to the air, and the steady buzzing from the fluorescent lights made Hyunjin hum in response. 

His gaze drifted briefly over the machines around him, taking in the thin IV lines in his arms and the monitors beating steadily at his bedside. 

Hyunjin tried to move but failed to do so, his body pinned down with exhaustion. He managed to sluggishly tilt his head to the side instead, catching sight of two familiar figures hunched over in a couple of chairs in the corner. 

Chan sat with his head in his hands, while Felix sat leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his face pale and drawn.

They were speaking in hushed tones, but then Felix's gaze suddenly moved up from the floor to meet Hyunjins. His eyes widened, making Hyunjin realise how red and teary they were. 

“Lix..” Hyunjin breathed out, just above a whisper, his throat feeling dry and scratchy.

“Hyunjin-ah.” Felix was by his side in an instant, his hand fumbling to hold onto one of Hyunjins. “You’re awake..” his voice trembled, but relief flooded his face.

Chan stood from his chair as well, shuffling over and offering up a weary smile. “I’m so glad to see you.” he said, his voice strained with emotion. Chan gently leaned in and pulled at a string that was hanging by the bed.  Hyunjin looked at him in question, and Chan chuckled weakly.

“Just letting the staff know you’re awake.. So we can get some more information, okay?” Chan gave him a sympathetic smile, but it faltered once he saw the heart rate monitor climbing unexpectedly. From 70, to 80, to 90, 95..

“Hey..” Felix said, tapping his finger lightly against the top of Hyunjins hand in an attempt to ground him. “Hyunjin-ah, it’s okay, baby, just breathe.” Felix voice was comforting and steady, anchoring him from the storm that started brewing inside his hazy mind. 

Hyunjin blinked away the tears that stung in his eyes, sucking in a hitched breath as he tried to follow his instructions. “W-what happened..?” He strained, his eyes swirling with confusion.

Chan sighed softly, again flashing a small smile in an attempt to comfort him. “You got really sick, Hyun-ah.. your muscles were-“ 

As if on cue, the door swung open. The doctor, a middle aged woman with sharp eyes and a bright coat, walked inside with a nurse trailing behind her. 

Chan stepped back to allow her to stand by the bed, but Felix stayed put by his Hyunjins side, holding his pale hand steadily in his own.

“Mr. Hwang, we are glad to see you’re awake. I’m Dr. Davis, I’ve been one of the doctors attending to your case since you arrived” the doctor said. Her voice was calm and professional, but there was a trace of sympathy in her eyes as she glanced at the two members by the bed.

Hyunjins boggled mind found it hard to understand what she was saying. It was like most of his English knowledge was thrown out the door in an instant, only allowing him to understand a few words here and there. 

The others would translate for him afterwards, he was sure, so he nodded along the best he could. 

“You’ve developed something called rhabdomyolysis.” Dr. Davis explained, immediately capturing Felix’s and Chan’s full attention. She succinctly explained how the condition developed and, in Hyunjins case, how it had led to an ‘acute kidney injury’.

Hyunjin stared at her dully, mouth hung open slightly as her words traveled through his hazy brain. His eyes flickered to Felix, before he spoke up, questioning.  “a… a cute kidney?” He whispered, eyebrows drawing together in disbelief. 

Felix let out a surprised noise, somewhere between a laugh and a startled sob. He quickly covered his face, unable to hide the mix of emotions bubbling inside him. 

Rubbing his thumb over Hyunjin’s hand, Felix responded. “Mmm, not quite, Hyunjinnie. It’s ‘acute,’ not ‘cute.’” He smiled despite himself, though his eyes remained sullen.

Chan, unable to help the soft chuckle that escaped him, explained it to him in Korean. “Acute, meaning sudden… and not good, usually.”

The doctor continued when they settled, seeming unfazed by the interruption. She told him how he had been lucky, how this sort of thing could’ve been dangerous, but that they got to him in time. “Your vitals are stable, but we will have to keep you here for treatment and monitoring. We can’t know the extent of the damage until we’ve done some further testing.”

Chan stepped into the doctors line of sight once she finished talking, looking at the her with a troubled expression, as if he too was having a hard time processing it all. “So.. then.. is he going to be okay?”

The doctor didn’t confirm, nor did she deny. She looked at Chan, putting on a small smile. It looked fake, Hyunjin concluded. 

“We are going to monitor him closely, he is in very safe hands here. If you had come in any later, I wouldn’t be comfortable saying this, but since we got to him when we did.. I do believe there is a strong chance of full recovery.” 

Chans hardened expression finally cracked, and he hung his head as he let out a long exhale. “Okay.” he declared, clearing his throat and straightening his back in an attempt to regain his composure. “Thank you.”

The nurse swiftly went around the bed, checking each and every monitor that Hyunjin was attached to, before she and the doctor left with a promise to return within the hour.

There was a silence that stretched thin and uncomfortably across the room once they left. Both Felix and Bang Chan looked off in the distance with disconcerting looks on their faces. Hyunjin just stared blankly at them. 

“Uh…” Hyunjin finally mustered, his voice a mere rasp breaking through the stillness. “So… definitely no cute kidneys then..?”

Chan and Felix both snapped out of their trance, heads swiftly jerking around to look at the boy in the hospital bed. Felix chuckled a little more freely now, a single tear slipping down his cheek as he pressed a kiss to the back of Hyunjins hand. “No cute kidneys, unfortunately.” 

Chan stepped closer, giving Hyunjin a soft, dimpled smile. He seemed a little conflicted for a moment, like he was trying to figure out what to say next.

“.. you really scared us yesterday, Hyunjin.” Bang Chans voice sounded sullen, wavering a little. He swallowed thickly. “Please, don’t ever do that again.”

Hyunjin felt his stomach drop, heart breaking at the sorrowful tone in his hyungs voice. “I’m… I’m sorry, I’ll try not…. Wait- yesterday?”

“Yeah… you’ve been clonked out for a while.” Felix chimed in, smiling sympathetically as Hyunjins face went through a flurry of emotion. 

How long had he been out exactly? And.. had they stayed with him all this time? They were still wearing the same clothes, as far as he could tell. Were the others not allowed to come with? Probably not..

Chan picked up the chairs from the corner and placed them next to the bed, settling himself in one as he began to translate the information that the doctor had given them. Just the most crucial parts, simplifying it a little for Hyunjins sake.

Hyunjin was still not fully with it, but he certainly was more coherent than he had  been earlier. “Uh-huh. My kidneys are not cute at all then… probably quite ugly, actually.” he sighed, shutting his eyes. 

“It it’s any help, I don’t really think anyone’s kidneys are usually described as cute” Felix reassured him, flashing an award-winning smile. Hyunjin reciprocated it with a weak tug of his lips.

“Yeah, whether your kidneys are cute or not shouldn’t be on your lift of worries, Hyunjin-ah” Chan said, his tone soft yet serious. He reached out, his hand lightly ruffling Hyunjins hair in a comforting motion. Unlike Felix, Chan’s face didn’t hold a smile this time. His expression was sombre, reflective of the reality of the situation. Of what could’ve happened if…

“Let’s just focus on getting you better, yeah? We’ll take it day by day.. and you’ll never be alone. Not as long as we have a say in it.” Chan looked at Felix, who nodded supportively and gave Hyunjin’s hand a soft squeeze.

“Just….try to get some more rest, okay? we’re not going anywhere.”

_______THE END____________

Soo, I got this idea and started writing some things about it back in December actually.. it’s been very on and off since then, and I hope it is a decent result at last😅

I’ll probably have to read through it at some later point and fix on it or something but…. I’ll let you have it now, either way✋🏽 Bon appétit

[vknq]

the fact that taehyung sharing a song from rosé's new album is being seen as a fandom cleanse is wild LMAO

he's very clearly just showing support for a fellow artist in the field? they're probably friendly with one another, like this isn't a weird or crazy thing of him to do, yet it's somehow being treated as if he's out here wildin bc "damn he's doing a fandom cleanse" njkdfnd

can we please go back to the 2nd gen way of things, where they had collaborations galore and even sometimes starred in each other's music videos for shits and giggles like ??? can we go back to idols displaying regular ass collague-ship and camaraderie with one another ??? i miss that shit lol

treat idols like normal human beings again 2k25

treat idols like the musicians they are 2k25

[jutdwae-archives]

Bsf!SKZ Members when they take care of you while you're sick (Hyung Line)

pairings: bsf!hyung line x gn!reader

genre: really cute fluff/comfort

word count: 495

mentions: being sick (coughing, sneezing), mention of phlegm in hyunjin's one, the hyung line is just really comforting (please lmk if i missed anything!)

hyung line ver. | maknae line ver.

this art of fiction is not meant to portray the members in real life.

Bang Chan:

now this man would just be your dad atp

the leader/dad instinct kicks in and automatically will take care of you

you start coughing, he'll have medicine by your bedside table

say you have a sore throat, he'll bring you some lemon ginger honey tea to soothe it

say you're hungry? he will cook for you but he'd rather have Lee Know cook instead cuz he knows that he is the 5-star michelin chef in the group (totally not referenced)

all in all, this man will be by your side as he is working on tracks

ngl i feel like he'd get sick with you but then having to work on the comeback and practice would just have him to try not to get sick

he'd also give the best cuddles as he takes a break from making music just to watch your guys' favourite studio ghilbi movie

Lee Know:

now, we all know that Lee Know is the kinda guy to be the tsundare of the group

he'd be the type to care for you quietly

make you whatever food, bring you medicine

check up on you to make sure you're doing ok

probably bring in soondoongdori to cheer you up or just act really loud but then apologise for yelling

maybe hop on the bed with you and watch your fav anime/tv show

but yeah i feel like he'd be the quiet carer

maybe get a couple of questions from the members

like "why are you making soup?" "oh it's for them... hope they feel better"

Changbin:

changbin would be another case of the guardian

probably jokingly scold you for getting sick

he'd clean up all your dirty tissues and give you medicine

just the usual

would probably drag you to the gym while you're still sick just to stretch cuz he wouldn't want to be curled up in the room all day like a sack of potatoes

constantly remind you to eat as he is a foodie himself

also remind you to keep your fluids up

would honestly try to cook soup for you (following a recipe)

but then when you try it he accidently put sugar instead of salt

so he would just order some soup from a little take-away restaurant and heat up some rice to make 국밥 (rice soup) later on

would also give you cuddles and feed you your food

he's honestly a sweetheart

Hyunjin:

would honestly stay clear from you as possible

he doesn't want to get sick

the common saying of "eW" everytime you sneeze into tissues or like cough up phlegm

would paint you a picture though

or bring kkami over to play with

would bring you medicine

mayyybeeee if he's feeling generous, he'd clean up your dirty tissues occasionally complaining "this is so disgusting.."

he would have a snack session with you and order some of his and your favourite dishes just to keep to content until the next meal time

A/N: Hi guys! J.A here! hope you liked my first work on my page.. still trying to get used to the layout and everything but i will try and keep posts up cuz school is just going to be a pain until this term is over..

but yeah hope you liked it! the maknae line will hopefully be posted within this week :)

Much Love, J.A

[byullielle]

My Darling // Sick!Changbin x Reader

Because of the announcement we have received regarding Bin's physical state i have taken it upon myself to send love this way because i am devastated for him (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) get well soon bin-ah

Tags: Fluff, Caretaking, Sickness (a cold), Est. Relationship, Masked Kisses, Gratuitous use of 'Baby'

Disclaimer: mention of sweat and phlegm, mentions of food and cooking, implied that reader is a professional chef, intercourse implication, word 'sex' is used, divider used is by: @emptypetal

Chan opens the door for you upon your insistent knocking like your boyfriend is about to die. "Oh god, I thought you were about to break the door down," he sighs out of relief and exhaustion.

"Where is he, is he okay?"

"I think he caught it from the gym," he informs while observing the large plastic bag in your arms. It was filled to the brim with fresh and raw ingredients for chicken noodle soup and dakjuk, one of his comfort foods. "Is that so?" you sigh with a disheartened tone, you knew it couldn't be helped. He loved going to the gym and it made him feel good so you weren't one to stop him. And now not only was he missing out on seeing STAYs and doing the job he loves, he probably won't be able to go for several weeks.

Chan hands you a mask as you unpack the food you bought, knowing that there is nothing in the fridge aside from Jisung's cheesecake and Hyunjin's frozen fish cakes and tteokbokki mix.

"Listen, we really hate to leave him here but our flight to China is tomorrow," Chan explains while you wash the chicken and find a container you could place it in, "And we wouldn't wanna over impose on your presence but...would you mind nursing Bin?"

"Why wouldn't I mind?" you look up at him with an inquiring look, his 'leader concerned brows' finally settling down. "It's not that I don't have trust in the company to take care of him, but I think you do it best,"

You nod, "Don't worry about it Chan, I got it covered,"

You knock on Changbin's door, a weak grunt audible before you push your mask up properly and smile at the figure cuddled up in bed. The room is slightly dark, only illuminated by a lamp on his working desk. He's laid out straight, probably not able to move a lot as you carry in the tray of dakjuk, the aroma smelling great but you know Changbin couldn't smell a lot right now—its a bit disheartening because you know Bin loves the scent of food. "Hello baby," you softly smile at him as he smiles despite his reddening face and the cooling patch on his forehead. "Hey," he coarsely greets.

You set the tray on his nightstand before assisting him to sit up against the bed frame, adding a pillow on his back for support before he sniffles. "My baby got sick," your brows knit together in concern while brushing his curls away from his eyes as he closes them. "I know," he whines before you take the thermometer from his nightstand drawer.

"Let's take your temperature," you inform before pressing the button to turn it on, pressing the temperature gun near his temple before it flashes a digital 38.8°C. "What was your temperature a while ago?" you ask him before he turns to you, "39 degrees, what's it now?"

You sigh out in relief.

"Good, it got lower. It's 38.8 now,"

He hums in response before you keep the thermometer, taking the tray and placing it across your thighs before you hand him a glass of cold water. "You want me to feed you?"

"Please," he groans and cracks his eyes open, frowning further upon seeing your mask, as if remembering that he can get you sick and you still decided to stay for him anyway. "Thank you, babe. For cooking," he rasps out while clearing his throat. The phlegm was slightly audible but that didn't deter you.

"Anything for you," you kindly smile before taking a spoonful of porridge and gently inching it near Changbin's lips, "Blow on it first baby, it's kinda hot,"

"Like you?" he manages to insert, making you roll your eyes and shake your head with an endeared smile. He puffs on his food a bit before deeming it enough to slurp on. He munches on it slightly, assuming you got chicken caught up in the spoonful, and while you observe him he frowns. "I can't taste it properly baby, I think my tongue is broken," he sighs in disappointment.

You chuckle at him, placing the spoon back into the bowl for a second serving. "Don't worry, when you get well I'll cook something fancier for you," you assure him with a hand to his knee. He nods at the compromise before opening his mouth once more, quietly asking for another spoonful as you gladly feed him until the bowl is empty.

You look up at the clock hung up in the 3RETCHA living room, flashing '10:30' in red LED before you get up and pause the show you're watching. Deciding that it was time Bin changed his clothes, you grab a basin full of water and one of the clean hand towels Chan left you. You quietly pad through the threshold of the apartment, now quiet without the other three residents. You knock on Bin's door quietly before peering your head inside. He's now laid down sideways, seemingly well enough to scroll through his phone. "Hey baby," you make yourself known as he lifts his head up a bit before you make your way in, putting on your mask as you do so. "Whatcha doing over there?" you ask before setting the basin down on his nightstand. "I miss the STAYs, I can see their get well wishes to me," he explains before getting up slowly. "Your body ache any better now?"

"I can kinda move now my arms are on fire," he grunts before looking up at you, "Baby, hug me?"

"After we wipe you down," you beckon to the basin, a scowl meeting you. "Baby, you don't have to. I can do it myself,"

"Nope. Besides what are you shy about now," you chuckle before pulling your sleeves up, grabbing the towel, and wringing it free of water. "Let me,"

"You're an angel, you know that?" he comments, and you're not sure if it's the fever or embarrassment making his ears and neck pink. You smile and help him off his shirt, "Oh come on, you also do this for me," you reply while gently wiping the sweat off his broad and muscular back, soft to the touch.

"This and that are different tho," you can hear his cute frown in his tone, "That's sex, this is sickness. It's grosser,"

You laugh while wiping his arms gently, making sure the pressure you apply doesn't make his body pain worse, "Well, I don't care and don't mind. My Binnie is my Binnie regardless,"

An embarrassed noise escapes his mouth, unable to bury his face in his hands. Both of you relish in the silence after, the cool water bringing comfort to his hot and sticky skin. After wiping him dry you help him into a new shirt, and you gently peel off the cooling patch off his forehead. "Where do you keep your facial wipes?" you ask.

"The vanity drawer, right side,"

Nodding you head to his vanity area which is simply a smaller desk and a mirror aligned with the stool tucked under. You obtain the wipes and get back to him, wiping his sweat off his face, observing his features carefully as you go.

"Don't look at me like that baby, I'm trying really hard not to kiss you," he whines while placing his arm atop your thigh. You raise your brow in inquiry, "What do you mean?"

"Like you love me so much. Keep on doing that I might get the wrong idea," he half-jokes, making you smile fully in slight bashfulness. "I do love you too much," you dispose of the facial wipe before peeling a new cooling patch for him. You put on the patch, his body relaxing with the coolness before you lean down and press your masked lips against his exposed ones.

You pull away quick enough and you see his shocked face, making you giggle. "Baby!" he scolds, "You could get sick! Change it now,"

"I will baby, don't worry," you chuckle before pressing one more kiss on his lips, then on his patched-up forehead. "You owe me kisses when you get better,"

"Yeah you can count on it," he squeezes your hand gently as if holding himself back from requesting that you kiss him out of the mask. "Now go change your mask before I lose my damn mind Y/N L/N,"

A laugh escapes you. "Alright, just text me if you need anything okay? I'll be right out,"

He nods before you take the basin and trash bin out, disposing of the paraphernalia along with chucking your mask in the trash.

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[1dwaekki]

Stray kids cough compilation from the comeback live

It's a little bit sloppy but I managed to compile them all 💕