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[zz-supernova]

as a minchan enthusiast, can i ask for sick chan that is forced to work either bcs they can’t reschedule or the manager is just shitty. But leeknow as a attentive caretaker would be so GOOD

omg first anon, hi!

that dynamic is fr so cuteee

i loveee minchan, specially cause we know minho is chan’s rock 😭

are there prompts you want or don’t want to see in the fic??

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[zz-supernova]

i started writing sickfics, just skz for now, and i wish i were creative. I’m not.

send me any requests or ideas!

literally no judgement, ask for whatever you want as long as it’s sfw and be as detailed as you like!

*there’s stuff i don’t want to do like scat or life threatening illnesses/death cause im not into it, but you can send ideas and i’ll adapt them

sickfic or angst, I’ll do either!

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[zz-supernova]

CAR RIDE

SICKIE⇒ HAN

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stray kids were on the car ride back to their dorms after a long and exhausting day filled with interviews and dance challenges. only three of them, actually, because the others had wanted to go out for dinner, which was unexpected. why would someone want to go out after spending the whole day talking to strangers and dancing.

anyway, that’s how the members ended up being separated into two vans: Chan, Lee know and Han in the one that would take them to the dorm, and the other five off to wherever they went to eat at.

the truth is, none of the three understood how anyone could have any energy left after the day they had just put their bodies through, because they surely wanted nothing but to get back home, change into comfortable clothes and chill, sleep probably.

in the van, han was sitting at the back next to lee know, who was on his phone, and chan was in the empty middle row, writing lyrics on his laptop.

normally all the seats would be occupied and the eight boys would be chatting and laughing, but right now the leader was glad that they could have some peace and quiet, as well as the much needed space and coolness of the AC after being stuck in rooms talking to a camera for hours.

the motion of the car was relaxing for both chan and lee know, who really were paying no mind to anything around them right now, just immersed in their laptop and phone respectively. for han it was usually more of the same, he was used to falling asleep just a few minutes after the ride would start.

but something about today was different, he couldn’t sleep and he felt himself getting unsettled as the van rolled on, so he rested his head on the cold window. he sighed, he wasn’t one to get carsick, and his body was used to being pushed to the limits, but something about today had pushed him slightly too far.

the rapper shifted his position a little, trying to ease his discomfort, and closed his eyes, but the movement only made the uncomfy feeling rise so he opened them again. he remembered being cold back in the filming room, but now his body felt strangely hot and he wished he hadn’t kept his hoodie on, though he knew that focusing on taking it off would only heighten his nausea. maybe he was just tired. he just needed to sleep, that’s what he told himself.

he was wrong.

his head was starting to spin, making him feel lightheaded, and he once again tried to make the sensation go away by closing his eyes and hopefully giving in to sleep. but he was unlucky. this time it was no different, and he finally gave up on sleeping and turned his focus to the landscapes passing by the window.

it was late and he liked how the evening sky looked, pretty tones of blue and purple blending together and fluffy clouds that gave off dreamy vibes. he should write a song about it, han thought.

too bad that he couldn’t focus on it for long. soon enough, they entered the curvy part of the road and han felt his stomach turn at the movement. to him it was so stupid, the driver was driving smoothly through the turns but they still made his nausea present again. the twisty part soon came to an end, but the effects it had on the rapper didn’t.

now, his stomach was twisting sickly enough that he couldn’t ignore it anymore. as he swallowed, trying to keep the sick feeling at bay, he moved his hands to loosen the seatbelt. it wasn’t tight at all but felt really suffocating.

he quickly realized that there was probably no coming out of this, and he couldn’t help that his breathing had started to sound shaky as he got frustrated with the nausea and the way he didn’t seem to be getting enough air.

“hyung”, han called out in a faint voice, breathing heavily and closing his eyes when his stomach cramped uncomfortably again. he heard lee know’s voice come from right beside him. the dancer had surely caught on to the way han’s voice sounded distressed because his tone was worried when he asked “what’s wrong?”.

stupid question, though. the moment lee know turned to look at han he was met with a clear answer. the younger’s face was pale and his eyes were glossy, expression uneasy as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he was trying to steady his breathing to keep calm and settle his stomach but that was very obviously not working.

“i feel sick,” the rapper said in a quiet tone, closing his eyes and hugging his stomach as the van turned unexpectedly. at this point even the smooth road was making him feel sick. he could feel lee know’s gaze on him, the dancer’s expression more alert in contrast to how absentminded he had been until now. “do you need to throw up?”, the older asked, speaking in a calm way that was very welcome by the rapper.

han nodded, taking deep breaths to try and manage the feeling. lee know turned forward for a moment and said sth to chan, who nodded and most likely told the driver about the situation, and then he turned back to han. “we’ll pull over in a moment, sungie, do you wanna roll down the window?”

“yeah,” han whispered back, silently cursing how dumb he was for not having done that earlier. feeling his stomach turn once again, he wanted nothing more than to take in a deep breath of fresh air, so he quickly pressed the button on the door and soon enough he felt the cool wind blowing softly over his face. it was comforting, but even then the van felt stuffy and he just wanted to get out, have steady ground under his feet and not feel sick anymore.

he whined softly when his stomach did that little twist again and he squeezed his eyes shut. he felt the nausea growing stronger and stronger, and he knew he needed to get out of the van, or he would end up getting sick right then and there. that would be so embarrassing.

at this point, even the simple thought that he still had to be in the van until they could pull over was causing his nausea to worsen, and han felt his eyes welling up with tears of frustration. “can we stop?” he whimpered. he felt his stomach cramp more severely this time and his vision swam from the discomfort. that kinda scared him, he didn’t want to faint.

his arms were crossed over his middle as he wished it all would just go away, but the nausea was making him dizzy. “one second,” chan told him, his voice warm and comforting, “we’re going to stop at the next rest stop and you can get out and take all the time you need. okay?”

han nodded and let out a deep and shaky breath, trying to settle his stomach. it didn’t work, of course. his eyes were still watery and his head felt heavy from sickness. he gripped the seatbelt again, biting his lip and trying to stop himself from throwing up. he felt really overwhelmed right now.

“do you want my hand? it’s cold” lee know offered, giving han a knowing look. he knew that the rapper was feeling way too warm and probably also scared, given that he never got carsick. his thoughts were confirmed when han nodded and glanced at him with desperate eyes, holding onto lee know’s hand as soon as the dancer held it out. lee know’s hand was pleasantly cold and han found the touch grounding even if it didn’t help the nausea. because it certainly didn’t.

his stomach twisted once more, and he shut his eyes closed yet again. he did his best to take deep breaths, trying to suppress a groan as another wave of nausea rolled over him. he gripped lee know’s hand even tighter and leaned into it, trying really hard to concentrate on the cold touch instead of the stuffy air.

“pulling over” chan called out from the front, turning around to glance at the back and frowning when he saw the situation. the speed of the van steadily deacreased and the sound of the motor fading away brought the world around han even more into focus as they finally slowed to a stop.

at least the movement was over, he thought.

he took another shaky breath and mumbled a soft “okay”, letting his head fall back against the seat and trying to steady himself before he’d get out. lee know let go of han’s hand and unbuckled both of their seatbelts before holding it again. he was going to wait until han was ready to get out.

chan was the one who got out first and he walked over to han’s seat, sliding the van’s door fully open and catching the momentary relieved expression on the younger’s face when the fresh air blew over him.

“lets get out, hannie”, the leader said. han nodded slowly, clinging to lee know’s hand for a moment longer and taking a deep, shaky breath before finally letting go and turning towards the door, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt his mouth filling with saliva.

he got out of the car, doing his best not to stumble too much as chan held onto his waist to steady him. his vision swam and his legs faltered slightly as his stomach tightened and turned, a sign that he was close to giving into the nausea.

luckily chan kept him up until he pulled himself together enough to start walking. “gonna throw up,” han mumbled to him, his voice shaky and thick with nausea. his stomach was cramping uncomfortably and he felt too hot. “that’s okay, I’m right here,” chan reassured, guiding han over to the grass next to the road.

the view was pretty and it looked like a comfy place for a picnic or a campfire, but sadly han could not focus on that. there were some big trees and many cute small flowers randomly growing between the grass, and a few steps further there was a fallen tree trunk that had been obviously used as a bench.

and no people, which they did notice and han was especially grateful for. chan helped the rapper sit down on the trunk so that he would be stable enough to throw up if he needed to and crouched down next to him. han’s hands were shaking as he leaned forward slightly, letting out a pained whine. “hyung”, he whimpered, looking at the leader, who saw his eyes filled with fear.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” chan comforted gently, sitting down beside him and laying his hand comfortingly on han’s back as he waited for what was bound to happen. the rapper felt the way his nausea kept rising and he was growing increasingly desperate, but his body didn’t seem to want to give into it. his stomach was doing somersaults, tightening repeatedly as his eyes filled with tears again.

“hyung help”, han pleaded urgently, seeing as his body wasn’t cooperating at all despite the way it was hurting him. “okay, hang on”, chan said calmly, rubbing his hand over han’s back in a comforting motion.

han bit his lip, trying to hold back his tears and taking in another deep breath. he felt the waves of nausea growing more intense, but his body resisted throwing up even as he felt the burning sensation of bile begin to rise to his throat.

chan brushed his hair back softly and moved his other hand to the rapper’s stomach. “i’m going to help you, ok?”, he said, wanting to make sure the younger was okay with that. han nodded, frustrated that things were going the way they were.

his breaths were getting shallower and quicker as he wiped away his tears with his hand. "careful" he replied in a voice that indicated he was about to cry. another wave of nausea began to rise, this time more intensely. his stomach cramped once more and he let out a shaky whimper.

“I'm here," chan assured softly, keeping his hand over han’s stomach. "Just let it happen, alright?", he added, making sure the younger wouldn’t try to fight back the stronger nausea that was about to come, and pressed on han’s middle carefully with his hand, hoping that the extra pressure would help speed things up.

han took in another shaky breath, trying to relax his body as he started to feel vomit rising in his throat. it burned and he couldn’t stop himself from tearing up. his stomach was still cramping from the sickness, and his body finally stopped resisting.

his eyes closed and he let out a soft, startled whimper as he felt the bile finally come up from his stomach. he gagged dryly for a few seconds, but soon started actually throwing up. a shiver went down his body and he struggled to get in deep breaths between his tears each time a sick wave was over. it didn’t feel good, not at all. he hated this feeling so much.

“there you go”, chan said softly, his voice soft and caring as han finally finished throwing up. the rapper’s stomach was no longer twisting nor turning quite as intensely but it still hurt and was uncomfortable.

sure, he was glad that at least the nausea had mostly faded but it wasn’t fair that he still felt sick. it was frustrating and he couldn’t stop his tears from falling. han took in a few deep breaths, his body slowly coming back to normal after that sudden burst of nausea.

“thanks,” han sniffled softly, trying to relax his body and take a few deeper breaths in. his stomach was still cramping. it was nothing in comparison to what he had felt a few moments ago, but for some reason han kept crying and he felt stupid for it.

“it’s okay, you did really well, hm?”, chan hummed as he brushed away han’s tears with his hand. he felt bad for the rapper, who was clearly overwhelmed by everything that had happened. han nodded sadly, leaning into his touch, that was pretty much the only thing he found okay right now.

chan looked up towards the car, and said “there comes lee know”, when he spotted the dancer walking towards them with water. he knew the second oldest had stayed back in the car to give han more space, and now that the ordeal was over, he came to comfort him.

han followed chan’s gaze, watching lee know come towards them with water, and he felt glad that his teammates were taking care of him even if they probably just wanted to get home. this must have been such an inconvenience for them, han thought.

“here you go”, lee know said when he got to them, his voice soft and caring, which washed away any negative thoughts han had about being a nuisance. the dancer sat on the han’s other side, and the rapper took the bottle from him, holding it to his mouth hesitantly.

“thank you,” han muttered quietly, taking a few more sips of water to get rid of the weird taste in his mouth. he felt noticeably better now, the nausea having subsided.

but then han remembered that they had to get on the car again and his face suddenly became anxious, his stomach twisting once more as the realization set in. they had to go back to the car, and that meant possibly having to go through being sick again.

“hey, hannie” lee know called out softly, seeing him start to breathe unevenly. he leaned forward to look at han’s face and spoke in a reassuring tone. “it’ll be over soon, okay? I’ll be right beside you the whole time, so there’s nothing to worry about, all right?”

han’s heart was beating a little too quickly in his chest, and he started fidgeting with the cap of the bottle, trying to stay calm.

“o-okay” he replied, his voice shaky and unsure. the last thing he wanted was to feel sick again, but he knew they had to get home. he was still tired from the day, just like his hyungs probably were.

so he took in a few deep breaths to calm down, thinking about how he would have both of the oldest members with him for the rest of the ride. maybe he could even fall asleep this time and wouldn’t notice the rest of the ride. yeah, that’s what was going to happen, unless it wasn’t.

he closed his eyes, trying to stay as calm as possible so that his stomach wouldn’t become too upset again. his body was still tense even without the nausea, and he didn’t want to make it worse.

he opened his eyes and gripped his bottle tight, feeling a bit nauseous again. he had to control this, he thought to himself, it wasn’t even that bad, except to him it was. the feeling had been awful and he was glad that he didn’t experience it often, but he dreaded the possibility of having to endure it again. “I don’t wanna”, he admitted softly, his voice even shakier than before.

chan and lee know looked at him, their expressions caring. they knew how hard this was for him, they knew how overwhelmed he felt, and they could tell by his eyes that he was afraid, but that’s why they would let him take his time. no rush. they didn’t mind waiting until their rapper was better and calm.

“I know. but we’ll be with you, yeah?” chan sympathized, his expression concerned as he saw how afraid the rapper was. he knew that han got like this when he was sick, and it was hard to make him feel better. but they were doing their best to help him stay calm. kinda calm.

“yeah” han replied softly, still seeming afraid, but less so. he allowed himself to relax just a little bit, and he took a few deep breaths. he felt the lingering pain in his stomach and the tightness that was still there, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been earlier.

he watched as chan grabbed the bottle and stood up, and he let the leader help him up and away from the soiled grass. han staggered a bit as he stood up, still feeling weak and exhausted. he was starting to breathe normally again, although the cramping in his stomach was still coming and going.

chan was there for support though. lee know was following right behind, looking at han with a gentle, reassuring expression. han walked quietly, still feeling a bit shaky as he put one foot in front of the other. he kept one of his hands inside the front pocket of his hoodie, on his stomach, and the other one clasped tightly around chan’s.

his expression was neutral, but his eyes were still glossy and damp with tears as they neared the car. he gave his hand a comforting squeeze, opening the door to the van. he pulled away from han as the rapper climbed into the back, a little reluctantly. they sat the same way as earlier, chan in the middle row, which was empty, and lee know next to han at the back.

they made sure to have the AC on and left the windows open, as that was sure to prevent another ordeal. not long into the drive, lee know felt a weight on his shoulder, and he looked down to see han trying to fall asleep. “you’re just gonna force yourself to get sleepy?” he asked, smirking when han tried to glare at him, “not scary, sungie”.

han whined and hit lee know’s arm weakly, going back to using him as a pillow. “so comforting, hyung”, he mumbled dryly, earning an amused chuckle from chan. he wasn’t on the verge of crying anymore, didn’t feel scared and he no longer felt like being sick even if his stomach still felt upset. and lee know was letting him use him as a pillow, he guessed that was a win.

he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the quiet chatter between lee know and chan, even going as far as making a few comments here and there before he felt himself grow tired. the road was hitting curves every now and then and each time he would tense up, but lee know would play with his hair until he relaxed again.

in the end, han managed to fall asleep, and he spent what was left of the ride peacefully sleeping, completely unaware of the way he was holding onto lee know’s arm and of the pictures both of his hyungs took of him.