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When they call you clingy, so you distance yourself | Hyung Line

Warnings: Cursing

Pt2, Pt3 Maknaeline

(X)

BANGCHAN |

You walked into Chan’s studio, quietly shutting the door behind you, as to not startle him.

“Hey Chris, can we talk for a second?”

You watched as your boyfriend of a year and a half continued to type away, not acknowledging your question.

“Chris? Did you hear me?”

“Yes I heard you. I just didn't answer."

"Well, it would be nice for a little acknowledgment, I asked if we could talk." You state politely. You understood that Chan was stressed, but you believed it was basic courtesy to at least acknowledge someone - let alone your significant other - when they asked you a question.

"Well, I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"I understand it will only take two minutes ba-"

“Dammit Y/N! I'm busy right now can't you see?" He snaps. Turning towards you and showing you the screen of his laptop.

You open your mouth to speak and tell him just why you needed to talk to him at this very second but he interrupted you.

"When we first started dating, I get that you told me you were clingy. I also get that I told you I liked clingy. But my god, Y/N you're not just clingy you're fucking obsessive. And always at the wrong times! You want space when I actually have time. Yet you decide to stroll in here trying to start a damn conversation when you can clearly see I'm trying to play damage control from a fucking dumbass trainee thinking it was funny to mess with my tracks. I'm already stressed as fuck about that, yet I have you breathing down my neck like some obsessive stalker. Like for five minutes just leave me alone!"

You stiffened at Chan’s tone. It was very rare that Chan would ever raise his voice. He managed his frustrations very well and was aware of how sensitive you were so he was always careful about confrontation.

He turned around and had his back hunched over his laptop as he typed and clicked away furiously, unaware of the tears that were quickly springing to your eyes. You were frozen in place, your heart beating uncontrollably.

It took a minute before you were even able to take a breath.

You stood there long enough for Felix to come bursting through the door to come update Chan about something unimportant to the task at hand. The same task that he had snapped at you for interrupting.

And you think that what hurt most. The way the frown on his face was lessened when talking to the younger male and his cute chuckle even popped out once or twice.

You finally were able to pull yourself out of the studio, leaving behind the coat you had absentmindedly placed down out of habit when you had come in and opted to take your purse.

The air was brisk and had that dry smell it always gained before it snowed.

Your apartment was close to the studio, a 25-minute walk at most so you always opted to take a stroll when visiting Chan, but you were on a tight schedule so within a minute you were in a taxi heading home.

And just as quickly you were back in a taxi heading to the airport.

You knew it was petty of you to mute Chris's notifications. But the fact that he snapped at you was just the tip of the iceberg. You knew that once he calmed down, he would immediately be filled with guilt. And you would rather not have your phone being blown up by multiple people at once.

Are you headed to the airport?

You responded to your brother's message with a thumbs up and turned on your DND before the screen darkened with a click.

You glanced at your watch and sighed.

You'd be on a plane heading home in less than an hour and weren't even able to kiss Chris goodbye.

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MINHO |

"You're clingy as hell." Minho mumbled under his breath, thinking you wouldn't hear. But oh did you hear.

"Lee Minho what did you just say?"

He let out a sharp breath and looked up from his phone. "I called you clingy." He stated boldly, his voice even yet loud enough to be heard by Hyunjin and Han who quickly scurried away to the other half of the suite.

"And what about me is so clingy?"

Minho chuckled sarcastically. "Oh I don't Y/N, do you want me to recap the entire day for you?"

You had joined the kids on their trip to Paris. While they had been here numerous times, this was your first time traveling here and due to the anxiety of being in a new place, you attached yourself to Minho's hip since it was your first day here.

You didn't intend to be overbearing, nor did you intend to be up his ass for the entire week and a half long trip, but you wanted to get used to the surroundings and you felt most comfortable doing that with your boyfriend. Yesterday being your first day you spent the entirety of it with Minho. You had noticed quickly how his excitement had turned into unease and straight up irritation after a while. It was a weird phase of emotions considering how happy he had been but you had amounted it to you accidentally taking a wrong turn and missing a fireworks show Minho had been talking about all day. You had come into his room early this morning to apologize, but instead were meant by an overly irritable boyfriend.

"It's because I've never been here before! Did you expect me to not to ask you to show me around?"

"Y/N there is a difference between a tour guide and a fucking babysitter. You pulled me along to everywhere you wanted to go. I had plans yesterday! Certain things that I was hoping to do. I made an entire schedule and everything, but just because you wouldn't agree to be toured around the city by Chan you ruined all of that. Then you spent the entire day just pulling me along. If you wanted someone to give you an overly extensive run down of everything and keep you company, why don't you ask someone closer to your personality like Jisung or Jeongin? I'm sure they'd love talking of the ears of all the local with you. Shit, you'd probably become some street show you three."

You sucked in your cheeks and took a breath.

"That was uncalled for, you have no need to bring anyone else into this discussion."

Minho chuckled sarcastically.

"Discussion? What is there to discuss? The amount of time I want you to leave me alone? Hell, why not the entire fucking trip?" He spat out.

"You're an ass Minho."

"Yeah well at least I'm not a pain in someone else's."

You felt your bottom lip start to tremble and your chin shake.

Don't cry. You'll just be a crybaby.

"And here come the water works." He groans as if he read your mind, getting up from his bed and heading towards the room where the rest of the guys were probably trying to keep occupied as to not hear your arguing.

"So what? You're just gonna walk away?" You call out.

"YOU'RE PROVING MY FUCKING POINT!" He shouted, finally at his breaking point. "It was a mistake asking you to come on this trip." He said turning around one final time and opening the door to the other side of the suite. "I never should have asked."

"Well you know what, maybe this trip isn't the only thing you should have never asked about. And I'm starting to realize that maybe it's not the only thing I never should have said yes to." You spit out turning on your heel and slamming the door.

You furiously wiped at the tears that were sticking to your face and threw your hood up over your head as you headed to your room to contemplate what would become of you two now.

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CHANGBIN |

It was irritating to you the way Changbin was interacting with the female barista. And the irritation must have shown on your face because when he handed you your iced latte, he raised an eyebrow.

"Is everything okay jagiya?"

You sighed as you guys stepped out the shop and started making your way back towards the studio. Changbin had been really busy the last couple of weeks with preparing for a special release and collabing with a few other groups, so you hadn't been able to be around your boyfriend as often as you'd like. So you had agreed on meeting during his lunch every other day, even if the times varied.

"You just seemed really flirty with that barista." You mumbled. "It was obvious she was into you too. I mean who wouldn't you're the Seo Changbin." You giggled elbowing him playfully. You pulled out your phone to make sure there was enough time for you to walk Changbin back or if you would have to take an Uber. You nodded at the time and swiped away a few notifications from Minho.

You expected Changbin to laugh or reassure you like he usually did when you brought up his flirty habits. Instead he snorted into his cup as he took a sip of the dark liquid.

"Jealous much?"

You laughed a little. "Why would I be jealous? She isn't the one who has been dating you for three years." You said hip bumping him, but he stepped away from you rather brashly.

"Well it seems like you are because you have to bring up me and my so called flirting ever single time I talk to anyone of the female species."

"Bin it was just a joke-"

"Well I'm not joking when I say you're acting clingy as fuck." His tone was way off and he seemed to realize the shit he was setting himself up to be put in because he stopped mid stride and turned around to you with an agitated sigh.

"Do you...I don't know want to run that by me again?" You ask, firming your stance.

"God, Y/N, don't make this a big thing. Its just been a day-"

"No, no. You don't get to use that excuse Changbin. We're supposed to talk through these things. You don't just get to say something like that and then act like you didn't."

You guys stood at an impasse for a moment until he spoke up rolling his eyes.

"Fine. I think you're being clingy." He said simple. "Jealousy falls under clinginess and I think you're being jealous so therefore you are being clingy."

"Changbin it was a fucking joke! You've never reacted this way before so I don't know why you're acting this way now!"

Changbin just rolled his eyes and continued in the direction of the studio.

"Seo Changbin, where are you going?"

"To work Y/N. You know, maybe if you actually picked up a more stable job then you wouldn't have as much time to be up my ass and exaggerating about things that aren't things you should be butt hurt about."

You stiffened at Changbin's low blow and took a breath.

"We need to fix this before it gets out of hand." You grit out.

"Well maybe I don't want to fix this." He looked at his watch. "I'm late now so why don't you just drink your latte and go home to cool off."

The condescending voice Changbin was using sent you over the edge. You were angry to the point of tears.

You chucked your nearly full iced latte at him. It hit his chest with a thud, and the coffee made a rather pretty pattern on his pristine white shirt.

"Maybe that'll help you cool yourself off. Fuck you Changbin." You pushed past him and waved down the closest taxi.

Your phone was buzzing in your pocket and you pulled it out.

"Hey, are you and Changbin on your way back? I need to go over some choreography and we're filming tiktoks right when he gets back."

You did the best you could to keep your voice level when responding to Minho.

"He's on his way back now. But you need to get him a new shirt because being the dumbass he is he likes to make a mess of perfectly good things."

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HYUNJIN|

You were never very happy having to attend events with Hyunjin. It wasn't that you didn't like spending time with him, or in turn spending time with the guys events.

It was just you felt insecure being the plus one of someone like Hyunjin.

It was no secret to anyone how those who knew and perceived Hwang Hyunjin's existence thought of him.

He had a beauty that rivaled any masterpiece that had ever been painted. The elegance of a tiger lily with the face of an angel.

You knew of many people who would jump at the opportunity to be with Hyunjin. For the past 11 months you had been with him you had your fair share of run ins with crazy fans or pop stars of the like.

Once your relationship had gone public a month ago you found yourself being compared to the female idols in the industry even more than you has expected.

It seemed to be the general consensus that not many people viewed you as "beautiful enough" to be with someone like Hyunjin.

You didn't take it to heart because you decided to have the outlook of nobody being beautiful enough for Hyunjin - let alone the people writing those hateful comments considering they were most likely delusional pre-teens who made the most out of pocket edits and were in desperate need of some grass groping.

But after a month it was starting to get to you slightly. Especially as you had come across one of those edits, since you had been tagged in it after someone found your personal account.

The amount of hate messages were starting to get to change your perception on things. Because the more you were hearing it the more you were seeing and believeing it.

"Jinnie do you think that my shoulders look weird in this dress?" You walked into your living room where Hyunjin was sitting. He looked up and a bright smile showed on his face.

"I think you look beautiful jagiya!" He said standing up. He looked other worldly in his tuxedo.

"And my hair?"

"Perfect." He said placing a kiss on your forehead. "We have to leave now if we want to make it on time. Or else I would look at you all night."

By the time you had been at the event for thirty minutes you already wanted to go home. You felt like the ugliest person there, and you couldn't help but feel the eyes of many people on you.

Ever couple of minutes you found yourself looking for Hyunjin's reassurance.

"Does my stomach look bloated?"

"Is my makeup fine?"

"Can you see the pimple on my chin?"

"Are my nails okay?"

"Do I look ugly?"

"Should I make my hair look like hers next time?

Hyunjin was reassuring you, but after the third or fourth questioning of the night his answers became generic.

When he was talking to an idol and his significant other you couldn't help but start comparing yourself to her. She was so pretty.

"Hyunjin should I run home and change?" You asked quietly in English. You were doing your best to learn Korean so it would be easier to communicate with Hyunjin's parents when the time came that your families were to get closer. You wanted it to be a surprise when the time came, because you knew how much Hyunjin wanted you to get along with his family, when when the time came to meet them - he wanted to get along with your family.

"You're girlfriend is pretty clingy isn't she?" The other idol asked in his native language, assuming you didn't speak korean because of your fluency in english.

"Yeah she is extremely clingy." Hyunjin replied. "Might be the clingiest girl I've ever met."

You looked at the other idols girlfriend and she made a face, and then laughed.

"You can tell she is a foreigner by the way she acts. No one is ever as clingy as foreign partners." She joked and all three of them were laughing.

Well there is the hundredth insecurity to list.

You looked at them and tried to control your facial expressions.

"We were just telling him that you are so adorable." The girl told you.

You chuckled uncomfortably and looked over at Hyunjin. He smiled and blinked cutely at you.

You smiled back as Hyunjin turned towards the couple again to continue his conversation.

And all you could do was smile back as you pretended to not understand the words Hyunjin didn’t even realize hurt you.

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DOOM AT YOUR SERVICE 어느 날 우리집 현관으로 멸망이 들어왔다 (2021) dir. Kwon Young Il Episode 3

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changbin - walkin on water mv

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A helping hand

Changbin has always struggled with throwing up, anyone close to him knows that.

So when Hyunjin finds him in the middle of the night, caught in an endless loop of nausea and failed attempts, he's determined to help.

As it turns out, all Changbin needed was a helping hand.

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Sickie: Changbin

Caretaker/s: Hyunjin

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Two hours. 

Changbin had been in the bathroom for two hours, practically fighting for his life. He had woken up somewhere around 2 o’clock in the morning, his stomach twisted in knots and overcome with nausea that had only grown in intensity since then.

Without making too much noise, the rapper had shuffled into the bathroom, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and trailing behind him like a cape. 

Now, glancing at his phone, the time read 4:13. The numbers glared back at him almost mockingly, a cruel reminder of his endless struggle.

Changbin groaned, lifting his head from where it had rested against the wall. 

Had he fallen asleep? He wasn’t sure, but he hoped he had.

His body was trembling, a cold sheen of sweat coating his skin and making him clammy from head to toe. Nausea still gnawed at him, persistent and unforgiving. 

The toilet loomed in front of him, almost expectant, as if waiting for him to finally break.

In a delirious haze, Changbin couldn’t help but wonder if the inanimate object would feel offended or relieved by his lack of contribution thus far.

His hand slid under his sweat drenched shirt, rubbing over his sickly gut as it squeaked and churned beneath his fingers. He let out a heavy sigh, squeezing his eyes shut against the harsh flickering lights above.

All he wanted was to just throw up, to get it over with so he could crawl back into bed and hope sleep would be enough to chase the sickness away. 

Bracing himself on his knees, Changbin leaned over the toilet and forced another futile heave, desperately trying to push his stomach into submission.

Still, nothing happened. Only a sharp, burning pain in his chest and a ragged hiccup that left him coughing up nothing but bitter, acidic spit. It was no use.

“Ughhhh…” Changbin groaned in defeat, slumping against wall as he pulled the woolly blanket tighter around his shoulders.

He was freezing. Well, at least he felt like he was.

Though he was probably burning up with fever, that didn’t change the fact that he felt frozen to the core. The tiles beneath his feet felt unbearably cold, like he was sitting on slabs of ice, sending a shiver through him with each shift.

In the midst of his misery, Changbin suddenly heard the sound of shuffling outside the bathroom door. He perked up in an instant, the realisation hitting him that his roommate had likely woken up.

A pang of guilt shot through him- he really hoped it wasn't because of him… 

“Changbin..?” Hyunjin’s voice, thick with sleep, filtered into the otherwise silent bathroom. As he pulled open the door, the dancer squinted against the bright lights, a scowl immediately pulling on his lips as Changbin’s pitiful frame came into view. 

His breath caught in his throat, but as his eyes adjusted to the lights and the situation became clearer, Hyunjin let out a faint sigh. “Oh, Binnie..”

Hyunjin wordlessly padded across the tiles, kneeling down beside Changbin and placing a gentle hand against his sweaty back. “Are you okay?” 

Dumb question, he realised the second the words left his lips, but he didn’t care. He simply waited, patient and still, for an answer.

Changbin bit his lip, inhaling shakily through his nose as he tried to steel himself, to put on a brave face. It was no use. He felt awful, and he probably looked the part, too. With a groan, he screwed his eyes shut, his shoulders trembling under the blanket. 

“N-no..” Changbin admitted reluctantly, voice unusually small. “‘Feel really n-nauseous… I ugh-“ he was interrupted by a sick sounding burp, stifling it into his fist as his chest burned again. “‘M sorry, did I wake you?” Changbin’s voice was strained, tinged with an undercurrent of guilt as he lifted his gaze to peer over at Hyunjin.

Hyunjin quickly shook his head, rubbing a hand soothingly across the expanse of Changbin’s back. “No, no, you didn’t wake me..” he said reassuringly, feeling the feverish heat emanating through the thin blanket. “I had to use to the bathroom anyways…”

Truth to be told, Hyunjin’s initial plan of getting up to take a piss was long forgotten, lost under the weight of his concern for his roommates well being. 

Changbin looked beyond miserable; drenched in sweat, trembling, and his face so pale it was almost green. The heat rolling off him coupled the rosy flush of his cheeks weren’t lost on him either, and Hyunjin’s frown deepened. He hadn’t seen Changbin look so sick in a looooong time…

The dancer shifted closer and pressed the back of his hand to Changbin’s forehead, cursing under his breath at the stark contrast of temperature.

“You’ve got a nasty fever...” Hyunjin commented, eyebrows drawn together as he got an even closer look of the rappers face, noting the sweat that glistened across his skin and the shadows of a sleepless night under his eyes. 

“How long have you been in here, Binnie?” He asked softly, brushing some stray strands of hair away from Changbin’s clammy forehead. 

It was no secret that Changbin struggled with throwing up. Not in the psychological sense, but physically. It was as though there was some advanced lock-set system that struck him whenever he was sick, preventing him from expelling whatever his body desperately wanted to rid itself of. 

As a result, he was often left to suffer far longer than what should have been necessary, trapped in an endless cycle of nausea and frustration.

And now, if Hyunjin were to judge by the looks of it, history was repeating itself yet again. 

Changbin swallowed thickly, stifling another small, nauseous burp into his fist. “Ugh... little over two hours..." he admitted with a sniffle, lifting up a shaky hand to wipe a bead of sweat off his brow. "I can't...I can't get it up, Jinnie. 'Feel awful...."

Hyunjin felt a pang of sympathy strike him like a blow to the face, his mouth going dry at the admission. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, mouth falling agape.

“Two hours?” He echoed, disbelief written plainly across his face. “You’ve been in here like this for two hours?” 

Changbin gave a curt nod of his head, his lips pressed tight. “Yeah…”

Unbelievable. Unbe-fucking-lievable, Hyunjin thought grimly.

With a soft sigh, the dancer continued to rubbing soothing circles on Changbin’s back, hoping to provide some semblance of comfort while his own mind wrapped around the situation.

The thought that Changbin had been sitting there, not only feeling utterly miserable, but enduring it all alone, made Hyunjin’s chest twist with a mix of sympathy and guilt.

“Changbin-ah.. you can’t just suffer in silence like that.” Hyunjin muttered, a hint of frustration slipping into his words despite his efforts to conceal it. “You’ve should’ve woken me up…”

Changbin leaned into the touch on his back, a low whine slipping past his lips. His head bumped to rest against Hyunjin’s shoulder as he whispered a breathy apology. “‘M sorry..”

Hyunjin immediately regretted the sharpness in his tone, his grip on Changbin’s shoulder tightening in a guilty attempt to reassure him. 

The rapper looked so uncharacteristically small, so weak and beaten down compared to the strong, proud figure Hyunjin was used to. It was almost impossible to reconcile this version of him with the Changbin he had come to know so well.

“I’ve tried everything, Hyunjin-ah… nothing is helping.” Changbin complained tiredly, his voice heavy with exhaustion. The weary resignation in his tone tore Hyunjin’s hearts to shreds. Seeing him like this, so sullen and sick, was more than he could bear.

He had to do something, anything.

Hyunjin hesitated, his fingers threading gently through Changbin’s damp hair as he mulled over the situation. He couldn’t just sit there and let Changbin’s misery drag on any longer than it already had. Not when there had to be something he could do to help.

“Can I.. can I try to help you?” He asked softly, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he wracked his brain for a solution.

Changbin twisted his neck to look at him, eyebrows furrowing in curiosity and silently urging Hyunjin to explain further. 

The idea that formed in his mind made Hyunjin cringe, but he quickly masked it, keeping his expression as neutral as he could. 

“I was, uh… thinking maybe I could try gagging you? Someone else’s fingers might do the trick..” His voice faltered slightly at the awkwardness of the suggestion, but there was no mistaking the earnestness in his tone.

It was an odd proposition, he knew that, but Hyunjin was willing to do just about anything if it meant bringing Changbin even a shred of relief. 

For a moment, an awkward silence settled over them.

Changbin couldn’t help the blush that spread across his neck as his mind processed the implications of Hyunjin’s words. It wasn't every day that his friend and bandmate offered to stick his fingers in his mouth, but desperation quickly outweighed any embarrassment.

He had already exhausted every other option.

With a stiff nod, Changbin abandoned any lingering hesitation. “Okay, yeah.” he whispered, his voice hoarse ans shaky as his stomach tightened with another cramp. He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. “Please…”

“Okay..” Hyunjin mumbled under his breath, swallowing down the odd nervousness that welled in his gut as he shifted his legs underneath himself. “Lean over the toilet for me.” He instructed, his tone taking on a gentle, yet commanding edge as he positioned himself beside the rapper.

Without a word, Changbin complied, shuffling a little closer and hovering above the toilet expectantly. It felt strange, a little humiliating, but the unbearably pressure in his stomach left no room for pride.

He knew his body wouldn’t relent on its own. He needed the help.

Hyunjin took a steadying breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached up to cup Changbin’s chin. His thumb brushed tenderly over the small scar there, a fleeting gesture of comfort, and a silent apology for what he was about to do.

“This isn’t going to be pleasant…but I need you to try and relax for me, okay?” He murmured, sympathy flickering in his eyes as he pressed two fingers against Changbin’s pale, clammy lips.

The rapper gave a small nod, already bracing for the discomfort. His brows knit together instinctively, but he parted his lips just enough to allow Hyunjin’s fingers to slip inside.

Changbin’s body immediately jerked at the intrusion, and Hyunjin winced in sympathy, feeling the other man’s throat constrict around his fingers. “Relax, Changbinnie.. it’s okay.” He cooed, shifting closer and placing his free hand gently at the nape of his neck. 

This wasn’t going to be easy… for either of them.

Changbin screwed his eyes shut, forcing himself to remain still as Hyunjin's fingers diligently delved deeper into his mouth. His fingertips grazed over Changbin’s tongue before pressing against the delicate tissues at the back of his throat, hoping to trigger his dormant gag reflex. 

His face twisted in discomfort, but Hyunjin persisted, pushing the growing guilt aside as he focused on the objective. He prodded the back of Changbin’s throat again, watching as the rapper flinched, tears clinging to his eyelashes.

Hyunjin swallowed thickly, his heart tightening at the distressed look on Changbin’s face. But just as he was about to call off the attempt, fearing he was doing more harm than good, his efforts finally sparked a response. 

It was subtle at first, a barely noticeable shift in the back of Changbin’s throat, but it was enough for Hyunjin to catch the change. A flicker of hope sparked in his eyes, and he held his fingers steady, applying a firm yet gentle pressure.

Changbin’s throat twitched with the beginnings of a spasm, and even though the movement itself was weak, the buildup of saliva in his mouth was telling.

Hyunjin pressed just a little firmer, his resolve unwavering.

Then, with a strangled gasp, Changbin finally gagged.

Bingo.

Hyunjin quickly withdrew his fingers just in time for a small stream of vomit to splash into the once still toilet water. His eyes widened a little in surprise, but the shock quickly turned to sympathy as he watched the rapper hunch over the toilet with another heave. 

Changbin barely managed to draw in a sharp gasp of air before another rush of sick surged up his throat, spilling violently into the bowl. His hands fumbled to grab onto the toilet seat, so slick with sweat that made it hard to get a good grip.

Hyunjin wrinkled his nose, cringing at the sound and smell that quickly filled the room, his hand at Changbin’s neck slowly trekking down to smooth across his shoulders. "There you go.."

His previous ministrations certainly proved effective, and whatever had been holding Changbin’s body back had finally given way, purging him of everything that had been making him feel so miserable. 

Once the dam broke, there seemed to be no way of stopping it until he was all emptied out. Wave after wave of partially digested food and bile forced their way up, pouring into the toilet in relentless succession. 

Hyunjin suppressed the urge to gag, his own stomach twisting as the acrid stench filled his nose. He clenched his jaw, doing his best to keep his own rather hyperactive gag reflex at bay while he breathed shakily through gritted teeth.

“That’s it, Binnie.” he murmured, his voice calm and reassuring despite the effort it took to keep his composure. “Let it all out, you’re doing so good..” His heart ached seeing Changbin so weak, but there was a bittersweet relief in knowing that, at least for now, the worst had passed.

Changbin hung his head over the toilet for a moment longer, breathing heavily as his stomach slowly began to settle. His eyes were squeezed shut, and strings of saliva dripped from his mouth and nose, trailing down his chin in a pathetic display.

Hyunjin’s eyes softened at the sight before him, a wave of compassion swelling in his chest as he instinctively reached to rip off a few squares of toilet paper. “Here, Bin-ah…” he whispered, leaning in to wipe away the lingering mess with a tender touch.

With the one hand against Changbin’s back, Hyunjin carefully guided him to sit back on his knees. “You did it.” he breathed out, his voice softening with relief. Tossing the crumpled paper into the toilet, Hyunjin quickly flipped down the lid and flushed away the foul contents. 

“It's okay, it’s over now…” he continued, his hand gently working into the stiff muscles in Changbin’s shoulders. “How are you feeling? Any better?” 

Changbin blinked open his eyes blearily, waiting for them to focus as he gave Hyunjin a dazed look. Then, his shoulder sagged with a deep sigh and he nodded before crashing his head against Hyunjin’s chest. 

“Thank you….” His voice was faint, raw and hoarse from all the straining, but the relief and gratitude in his tone was unmistakable

Hyunjin scoffed softly, an affectionate smile tugging at his lips as he ran his hand down Changbin’s back, feeling his muscles ripple beneath his touch. “Pssh, for gagging you? Any time, babe.” He quipped softly, a playful lilt lacing his tone.

Despite his weariness, Changbin let out a soft hum that almost resembled a chuckle.

Hyunjin nudged him gently, noticing the way the older kept sinking further in his grasp. “Hey.. Try to rest back against the bathtub for a moment, okay? I’ll get you some water.”

Once Changbin was settled against the bathtub, caught in that strange limbo between wakefulness and sleep, Hyunjin stood and walked over to the sink. He washed his hands, the running water giving him a much needed respite to gather himself. 

When he finished, Hyunjin grabbed a cup and filled it with water, his movements calm but purposeful. The dancer returned to Changbin’s side, kneeling beside him and gently lifting the glass to his lips. “Here.” he murmured softly. “Take a small sip.”

Changbin’s eyes fluttered open, and he gave a weak nod, his dry lips pressing against the rim of the cup. He took a slow sip, the cool water soothing his throat as he swallowed, and let out a quiet sigh of relief. 

Hyunjin stayed close beside him, keeping his hand on Changbin’s shoulder and offering a steady presence as the rapper slowly drank a couple more sips. When Changbin’s nose wrinkled in protest, Hyunjin gave him a soft smile and tilted the cup back. 

 “Good job…” Hyunjin commended his efforts, quietly assessing the other man’s condition while he mentally prepared how to get him back to the bedroom. 

Changbin still looked lousy, pale and shaky, but at the very least he wasn’t actively being tortured by his own body’s own unrelenting resistance. That was progress.  

Hyunjin sighed, his heart still heavy with concern as he wiped a fallen tear from Changbin’s cheek. “You really should have woken me up earlier, Changbin-ah..” he murmured, unable to mask the disappointment in his voice. 

The thought that Changbin might have suffered alone in the bathroom even longer if Hyunjin hadn’t stumbled upon him made his skin crawl.

Changbin looked down, a pout forming on his lips. “‘Didn’t wanna bother you…” he replied sheepishly, the excuse falling flat even in his own ears.

Raising an eyebrow, Hyunjin crossed his arms over his chest and pressed his lips together. “Seriously?” He shook his head disapprovingly, letting out an exasperated sigh.

What am I going to do with you? Hyunjin thought, deciding against voicing it out loud. For now, at least.

“I can’t.. you can’t just suffer through this stuff alone. I want to help you, Changbin.. I need you to tell me about these things, so I can be there for you...” His voice softened as he reached out, cupping Changbin’s cheek and gently steering his face just enough to meet his eyes.

 “Promise me?”

Changbin’s eyes were clouded with fever, but he tilted his head a little, pressing against the hand on his cheek as he gave a faint nod. “Promise..” 

“Good.” Hyunjin exhaled, a small smile gracing his lips. “Because I won’t let having my fingers down your throat be for nothing..” 

—

A little while later, Hyunjin had successfully hauled the ailing rapper back to bed. He’d managed to change into a new set of clothes, and the younger of the two had set out on a mission to gather the necessary supplies that were nestled around their shared dorm. 

As the time shone 05:34 on his phone, Hyunjin slipped back into the bedroom with a cold bottle of Gatorade in his hands. He quietly observed Changbin for a moment, the way he seemed to have stilled beneath the duvet and the soft, steady breaths that rose from the heap he formed on the mattress.

Careful not to disturb him, Hyunjin tip-toed around the bed, as quiet as a mouse. He placed the bottle on the nightstand, next to the fever reducers he had dug out from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. A sick bowl was securely placed on the floor beside the bed, easily accessible if it was needed.

Hyunjin nodded to himself, satisfied with his preparations.

A soft grunt caught his attention, and Hyunjin quickly snapped his head towards the sound, eyes wide. There, nestled beneath the comforter, Changbin was looking straight at him, only a pair of glossy eyes peeking up past the ridge.

Hyunjin’s expression softened in an instant, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Aish, I thought you were  asleep, Binnie..” he said softly, taking a heedful seat next to him on the bed. “You okay? You need anything?” 

There was a brief pause, and Hyunjin scanned the room, prepared to fetch whatever his friend might ask for.

“Lay with me?” Changbin asked timidly, voice barely above a whisper as he met Hyunjin’s gaze with the most irresistible doe eyes he could muster.

Oh. Right. Of course.

Hyunjin shook his head with mixed amusement and disbelief, but there was no way he’d be able to deny the appeal. Not when Changbin looked at him with those eyes, all hopeful and imploring.

“Sure..” 

Hyunjin slid down beside him on the mattress, opening his arms wide. The rapper wasted no time, shuffling closer and melting into his embrace as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You really should try to take some medicine soon, though..” Hyunjin murmured into the other’s hair, feeling the feverish heat that still clung to his body just as fiercely.

“Perception cuddles first..” Changbin insisted, and Hyunjin couldn’t bring himself to deny him. With a resigned smile, he pulled the rapper a little closer, propping his chin gently atop his head.

Changbin’s arms had initially settled around his waist, but as the minutes dragged on, Hyunjin couldn’t ignore the way his hands started venturing. Moving up his back, tracing along his neck, until finally coming to rest in his buzz cut hair. 

As he felt Changbin caress his head, roaming his hands over the expanse of the short clipped strands, Hyunjin raised an eyebrow curiously. “Uh.. you like that?” He chuckled softly, his tone light and inquisitive.

There was another beat of silence.

Then..

“Emotional support kiwi..” Changbin muttered hoarsely, and Hyunjin couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from his chest even if he tried. It was light, genuine, the kind of laugh Changbin always seemed to draw from him without effort.

"Ah, right.” Hyunjin chuckled fondly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “That's me… emotional support kiwi.”

—

As Changbin drifted off to sleep, Hyunjin’s thoughts kept circling back to the bathroom, the memory of it all still settling in.

In the stillness of the moment, he realised just how far he’d pushed himself beyond his comfort zone to bring his friend some relief, and how much trust Changbjn had placed in him.

The whole ordeal had been gross and uncomfortable, yet weirdly intimate in a raw, vulnerable way. Hyunjin didn’t regret it for a second.

Was it pleasant? Not in the slightest.

But was it effective? Apparently so.

And while Hyunjin hoped he wouldn’t find himself in that position again, he knew he would be there in a heartbeat if Changbin ever needed him. 

Would he do it for anyone else? Probably not. 

But for him? A thousand times over.

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Yippie! A story based on my headcanon that Changbin struggles with throwing up! Incorporated a touch of Hyunjin’s sensitive gag reflex as well, just a little 🙂‍↕️

Hope you enjoyed this fluffy little fic from the Hyunibini dorms. I think we all need an emotional support kiwi sometimes❤️

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I offer y'all my humble doodle of Auntie Binnie! No, wait.. stepmom Binnie?? Either way, fem Binnie indulgent hours hehe

[eternal-stay]

MILDLY SCREWED

SICKIE⇒CHAN

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snowy winter day, late morning, light schedule, it was going to be the perfect day for chan. but when he woke up, he felt wrong.

he could see the snow through his window and his phone showed 11:37, the dorm was- fuck, 11:37. he never slept that late. yet, somehow, he didn’t feel well rested either.

he really didn’t feel like going about his day. dance practice would start in an hour, then he guessed he’d have lunch with 3racha, and lastly they had recording in the afternoon.

it wasn’t much, really, but his motivation to get out of bed was about zero. he was deep in self pity when a loud noise from the kitchen startled him into sitting up.

‘clumsy maknae’, he thought as he heard the familiar sound of a pot clattering to the floor. sighing, he forced himself to stand up and his vision immediately filled with dots. yeah, that was his blood pressure dropping as fast as his mood.

he groaned as the dots finally faded and grabbed grey sweatpants and a matching hoodie and beanie before walking into the kitchen where jeongin was, in fact, glaring at a pot on the floor.

hearing the approaching footsteps, the maknae looked up at him and gasped.

“woah, hyung, you look super pale! like, more than usual”, he said, walking over to chan as the older shrugged.

why did jeongin look so worried? he must look worse than he feels. “i don’t feel bad”, chan told him, “just off”.

jeongin raised an eyebrow at that, “very descriptive, hyung. explain a bit?”. chan chuckled and rolled his eyes, starting the coffee machine.

he noticed that the maknae was ready to go out, shoes on and everything.

“i have no energy”, the leader said, “but like, i slept a lot”. the maknae hummed and crossed his arms as he about it for a moment. “maybe you slept a lot but not well?”.

assuming it was indeed just tiredness, chan nodded, “probably”. after some more light chatter, he went ahead with his morning and made some toasts.

i.n had actually woken up a long while before ago, so when chan sat down with his coffee and toast the boy was already going to leave the dorm. “see you later, grandpa”, he said with a smile that showed his dimples, and left.

as for chan, he spent the next half an hour completely spaced out. he barely registered finishing his breakfast and was only brought back to focus by the chills that had started going through his body.

he groaned, annoyed that the heating wasn’t on, and made his way to the thermostat before stopping on his tracks. oh, so the maknae did turn it on. why was he so cold, then?

chan didn’t bother thinking about it and instead went back to his room since he still had a while until dance practice started. he sat on his bed with a blanket to try and stop the shivering. it didn’t work.

actually, the longer he sat there, the worse he felt. somewhere during the last 10 minutes his head had started to throb. it wasn’t bad, it was barely there, but it was still annoying.

his eyes had started watering too so he put his phone down and dabbed under his eyelashes with his sleeves. what a great fucking morning.

when he felt like he’d silently complained enough, chan reluctantly got out from under his blanket, put his phone, keys, computer and bottle of water in his bag and deemed himself ready to leave the comfort of his room.

he wasn’t ready at all though. the pounding behind his eyes had only grown stronger and when he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, he saw what jeongin had meant when saying he was paler than usual.

he genuinely looked like a ghost. a hot one, but a ghost nonetheless.

chan splashed his face with cold water in hopes of regaining even the slightest bit of colour, but he was unlucky. thinking about it now, there was no denying that he didn’t feel good.

could he stay home today? it might be an option, but the schedule was so light that he doubted he’d be allowed to skip it. plus, he wasn’t sick sick, because he didn’t have a fever.

‘that’s dumb, you don’t need a fever to be sick’ chan thought, but soon forgot about any chances of missing work when his phone rang with the managers number.

oops, he was going to be late, and if the manager had gone as far as calling instead of texting then he definitely couldn’t stay back.

deciding not to waste anymore time dwelling on his discomfort, chan got out of the bathroom, put on some random nikes he found, grabbed a jacket and finally left the dorm.

the cold winter air greeted him mercilessly and he almost called a cab before deciding that the cold wasn’t worth risking getting recognised by the diver and having to have a conversation.

antisocial chan was a rare find, but he came to the surface every once in a while.

it felt like an eternity before he finally reached the company, and by then his teeth were chattering and his body was trembling from the cold. at least, at the very least, he didn’t have a stuffy nose. or a fever, that would be even worse.

luck wasn’t on his side that day because chan ran into more people than he had talked to the whole year, and everyone seemed to have a conversation to strike with him. yes, he was definitely going to be late to practice.

when he finally made it to the practice room, he was greeted by lee know’s glare. “you’re late. very”, the dancer said, but he was quick to let it go when he saw chan’s lack of response and the way his face had less colour than a paper sheet.

the leader himself felt bad for making his members wait, but he found himself not caring that much.

he’d showed up, that felt like enough effort today. quickly dropping his bag to the side, chan walked to the centre of the room and was relieved to see that the others had waited for him before stretching.

“you didn’t take off your jacket”, changbin pointed out when chan sat next to him, “oh- never mind, hyung, you’re shaking. are you okay?”.

the leader caught sight of the worried expression on the rappers face and it made his chest feel warm. he shrugged and said “its freezing out there and i came walking, i feel like an ice cu-”.

“YOU CAME WALKING?? IN THIS WEATHER??”

startled by the yell, both chan and changbin looked up to an amazed han. “hyung, you have superpowers or something”, the youngest member of 3racha said, wincing when he saw chan’s shaky hands, “not very good decision making skills, though”.

chan chuckled mid stretch and argued that “it didn’t feel so bad when i left the dorm”. their discussion halted when minho walked over to the speakers and started looking for a song to dance.

he must’ve caught felix making puppy eyes at him because he chose mountains. that was a fairly easy dance compared to what they had and chan silently thanked god for it.

the rest of practice was uneventful, mostly. they had to learn a dance for one of the next comeback songs and chan struggled more than usual to get the moves down, but it could have been worse.

through the fog that had settled over his brain and the constant waves of pain in his head, the leader didn’t notice lee know’s careful eyes watching him throughout the whole practice.

instead, he was just grateful that the dancer was in a seemingly unprompted forgiving mood and said nothing when he kept making the same mistakes in a row.

of course, minho had a reason to be so patient. all of the members had noticed chan’s low mood today and the way his face lacked colour. the flush on his cheeks made up for the paleness though, but it eased no one’s worries.

moreover, none of them missed the leader’s winces whenever the music’s bass echoed louder in the room or the way he’d quietly sit down next to his water bottle during the breaks. normally, whenever he had trouble with moves, he’d spend the breaks practicing them, but he didn’t today, and they could guess that he didn’t feel the best.

lunch with 3racha passed in a blur for chan. he didn’t pay attention to their conversation at all even if he probably should have and he appreciated the fact that neither changbin nor han forced him to talk.

dance practice had messed up his stomach, maybe he’d drank too much water? whatever it was, he didn’t feel like eating, but changbin didn't let him leave his food untouched.

‘probably for the best’ chan thought ‘it’s not like i have enough energy to just not eat’. yes, his stomach felt kinda bad, but he was thankful that he didn’t feel actually nauseous. maybe it was just sore from so much dancing? most definitely not.

walking to the studio, chan assessed the situation. his head was pounding, his stomach felt sore and the chills that racked through his body hadn’t completely disappeared.

not good, but not too bad. on a scale from 1 to 10, he was mildly screwed.

now that he thought about it, what bothered him the most was the exhaustion that hadn’t let up ever since he woke up. okay, he could deal with being tired.

han grabbing onto his arm pulled him out of his thoughts and he smiled at the rapper. “what’s up?”, chan asked, slightly amused at the gesture. han replied with a soft “nothing”, so the leader just let him be clingy. he was warm anyway, chan welcomed that.

out of the corner of his eye, he saw changbin jokingly pout over ‘not being chosen by han’ and he couldn’t hold back a laugh. could he ever not laugh while he was with 3racha? probably not.

when they got to the studio, he was surprised to see that the equipment was already set up. changbin must’ve caught his confused expression because he giggled. “we were recording han’s song in the morning, hyung”, he told chan in a playful tone, “you’d know if you had listened to us during lunch”.

the leader rolled his eyes and smiled, plopping down on the couch and pulling out his phone before replying “y’all talk too much, i can’t listen to everything”.

at that, han gasped like he was offended and sprawled out on the couch half on top of chan’s legs. “how could you, hyung, you like listening to me talk”, the boy complained, and then bragged, “everyone does, actually”.

the two older boys laughed and chan ruffled han’s hair playfully, which sent the younger on another round of whined complaints even though he had no intention on moving off of chan’s legs, which at some point started to feel numb from the lack of circulation.

“let him breathe, hannie”, a teasing voice said from the door. 3racha looked up to see minho there. “whats with the looks”, the dancer questioned, “wasn’t i first for recording?”.

to be honest, chan had no idea. he hadn’t checked the order at all but minho was responsible enough. if he said he was first, then he probably was.

“sure”, the leader answered, acting like he knew, “you know the lyrics or…?”. lee know seemed to ponder the question for a moment before saying “let me read them again. han can start recording if he wants”.

the truth was, he did know the lyrics, quite well actually since for once they weren’t in english, but he wanted changbin and han to focus on recording so he could check on chan.

and hey, it worked. han left the couch and got into the booth while changbin sat on the producer’s chair, so now lee know had chan all to himself.

“hello, hyung”, he said a little too sweetly, sitting down next to chan on the couch, “how are you feeling?”. he couldn’t help but laugh at the leader’s surprised expression. he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“is it that obvious?”, chan asked quietly, not wanting the other two to hear them, “i don’t even feel that bad”

lee know smiled at him, trying to seem reassuring, “not that obvious, just enough. so?”. chan internally cursed but decided to keep it simple. “my head hurts”, he said, “and i’m cold. freezing actually”. a shiver accompanied his words, giving away just how freezing he waqs.

still, the dancer didn’t look convinced. “you made way too many mistakes earlier to be just that”, minho said, and then winced at his words, “no offence”.

chan fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie, feeling bad that he did so bad at practice. surely he had been an inconvenience, but he swore he did as well as he could. “sorry”, he mumbled, “i don’t know. i’m really tired but i don’t have a fever, so i- i don’t know”, he looked at his lap, “my stomach feels bad too”.

lee know frowned, getting kinda worried. he reached up to feel chan’s forehead with the back of his hand and then moved it down to the older’s cheek.

“not a fever”, he agreed, smiling slightly when chan unconsciously closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. “see? i’m f-” chan tried to speak but lee know interrupted him with a firm “yet”.

“what do you mean yet”, chan huffed, maybe a bit childishly if the amused expression that took over minho’s face was anything to go by.

“i mean,” lee know started, dropping his hand from chan’s face and smirking at the sad expression the older made, “that you don’t feel too warm. but you don’t feel cold either and your cheeks are rosy, so lets see how long ‘no fever’ lasts”.

chan glared at him and automatically reached up with both hands to touch his face. “i don’t feel warm”

“yes you do”

“no. i’m not warm”

“yes you are, hottie”

“minho!”

the dancer laughed and stood up. “my turn”, he said, pointing at han that was leaving the recording booth. chan rolled his eyes and moved to sit next to changbin, now frowning.

“what’s with the grumpy look, hyung?”, the rapper laughed, playfully nudging the leader’s arm when he mumbled “i’m not grumpy, focus on the recording”.

while minho was smoothly recording his lines, jeongin and seungmin came into the room and sat on the couch to review their part, quietly talking between themselves.

chan liked it when the boys recorded in korean because they barely made any mistakes and didn’t need help with the pronunciation. that meant he, as a producer, didn’t need to be that focused.

of course he always payed a lot of attention to everything, but on days like this when he only wanted to be in his warm bed, a break from hyper-focusing on every detail was very welcome.

changbin was there anyway and he was just as professional as chan was. in fact, it was the rapper that was doing the most work today, because chan soon realised that his headache was steadily getting worse and he couldn’t help but zone out for the most part.

he was still halfway in a daze when minho finished his lines for the day and seungmin took his place in the booth.

“chan hyung”, minho called, standing next to chan who was now slumped over the table with his head resting on his crossed arms. no response. “channie hyung, channie hyung, chan-”

“what.”

lee know smiled at him, “you look dead”, he said, resting his hand on chan’s back. “i feel dead”, the leader groaned, wrapping his arms around his stomach and dropping his head on the table, “everything hurts”.

“sounds fun”, the dancer replied sarcastically, but against his words, he crouched down next to the leader and ran his hand down his back, “do you want pills?”.

chan cracked a smile at that and propped his head up on his hand, “don’t say it like that, it sounds sketchy”. minho laughed and shrugged, “not unless you make it sound sketchy. do you want painkillers or not?”.

when he received a nod in response, he went over to his bag and rummaged through it it until he found pills. “tell me you ate something at lunch”, the dancer said, walking back to chan, who nodded. “changbin made me”.

the rapper seemed to hear their conversation because he smirked, “you can thank me now hyung”. chan glared at him and sat straight to take the pills, which he swallowed dry. “disgusting” changbin mumbled, to which minho agreed, “very disgusting, are you dumb? you have water right there��.

“leave me alone”, chan complained, annoyed that his members were teaming up against him. the other two laughed, but let him be since seungmin needed to start recording.

chan couldn’t really complain right now. changbin was carrying most of the recording, the maknaes’ voices sounded as angelic as always and felix and hyunjin arrived on time to record their parts. everything was going perfectly well.

but still, the later it got, the worse chan felt. don’t get him wrong, the painkillers did work, but they had worn off way too quickly. now, his head was throbbing intensely, making his eyes water.

at some point, changbin had called han to take chan’s place because anyone could tell that the leader wasn’t able to do much even if he tried.

chan himself didn’t even put up a fight, instead giving up his seat to walk to the couch. as soon as he stood up a wave of dizziness washed over him and he was sure he’d have fallen if minho hadn’t been quick to steady him.

the dancer helped him to the couch where chan sat with his knees to his chest. minho felt his forehead again, and in a low voice so as not to make the headache worse, he announced “you now have the fever”.

chan bit his lip, of course everything had to take a turn for the worse before the schedule was over. if he was honest, he could cry.

“of course i fucking do”, he mumbled shakily, rubbing his eyes. at least if he ended up crying he could blame the headache for making his eyes water.

lee know looked surprised at the leader’s reaction. he usually coped well with being sick. apparently not today. “hey”, he said softly, “it’s fine, you’ll be good tomorrow. do you want to go home?”

did chan want to go home? yes he did. he was cold and tired and sick so he legally had absolutely no reason to be here. but he didn’t want to go home alone and miss what little was left of the recording, so he shook his head.

“no? why not? this is almost over- oh, that’s why, this is almost over”. it was almost funny, really, how the second oldest was able to read his mind, but he appreciated it. “then…”, minho continued, “try to fall asleep? you can at least rest, can’t you?”.

chan shrugged. could he? he always found it hard to sleep when he was in pain, so probably not. but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

seeing how he was having an internal debate, minho gently pushed chan’s head to his shoulder and rested his arm over the older. “just try, hyung, it’s fine if you can’t”.

so chan tried. he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the background noise. felix’s and hyunjin’s raps were great for stage, but weren’t exactly relaxing, so it wasn’t long before he needed to grab his airpods to block the noise.

minho winced in sympathy at the way chan kept moving in his seat because he couldn’t get comfortable and started rubbing the leader’s back in a way he hoped was comforting.

it was comforting, that was for sure, but chan felt too bad to rest. he kept moving around, trying to get comfortable, but he didn’t get anywhere. “i can’t”, he whimpered quietly, sitting up and struggling to take a deep breath in without breaking into tears.

minho bit his lip sadly. the leader looked awfully pale and his eyes were glossy, wether that was the fever or tears he couldn’t tell. “i don’t know, hyung…”, the dancer said softly, “i really think i should take you home. binnie and han got this”.

chan didn’t even find it in him to say no this time. his head hurt so bad, his stomach was flipping and he still felt as freezing as he did in in the morning.

plus, he was sure he’d end up crying and he didn’t need everyone watching him. “okay”, he told minho, looking down at his shaking hands, “i-i just want… i r-really want this to s-stop”.

“of course you do”, minho hummed, standing up and giving the leader an unusually gentle smile, “we’ll go, just let me tell changbin first”.

he went over to the rapper and whispered “i’m taking hyung home, he’s dying over there”, to which changbin’s eyes widened in worry.

chan watched the interaction, not even able to feel guilty because he knew there was no way he could stay here, in the crowded recording room, any longer.

out of the corner of his teary eye, he saw changbin shoot him a reassuring smile, and he couldn’t help but smile back, albeit a bit unsteadily as a tear rolled down his flushed face.

when minho came back, took his hand and helped him up and towards the door, he didn’t resist.

when he was gently pushed to the backseat of a car and minho had to buckle him up because his hands were shaking too badly to fasten the seatbelt himself, he didn’t protest.

and when the soothing and constant motion of the vehicle finally lulled him into a light doze, he didn’t catch minho’s loving smile.

but the short drive to his dorm was too short for sleep to help him, and he was woken up by minho slowly shaking his arm. minho, who had apparently taken the role of chan’s pillow.

the leader sat up, a bit shy that he’d acted so… soft? was that even the word? his clouded mind didn’t even know, but he was embarrassed.

as for the dancer, he simply chuckled and waved his hand in front of chan’s face, breaking into a laugh when the older looked up at him with a very not intimidating glare. “let’s go”, he said, leaning across chan to open the door for him, “what a gentleman i am, hm?”.

chan rolled his eyes at minho’s cocky manners, but the movement made him wince. right, his head was killing him and he was feverish. he almost forgot. slowly, so as not to trigger another wave of pain, he got out of the car and thanked the driver.

immediately, minho wrapped an arm around his shoulders and walked with him. once again, chan’s shaky hands prevented him from unlocking the door and, with a poorly concealed pout, he gave the keys to minho.

“can’t believe you’re still cold”, minho teased, opening the door quickly to let chan out of the winter air asap. “don’t believe it, then”, snapped the leader. more like mumbled, actually, because his voice was weak and his expression not offensive at all.

the dancer laughed at him yet again. how many times would he today? it was unfair. chan took small steps into the elevator and slumped against the wall, not having the energy to stand up on his own.

when minho got inside too, next to him, chan couldn’t help but drop his head on the younger’s shoulder.

the dancer let him and even brought a hand up to his neck, but removed it when it’s coldness made chan shiver. “sorry”, he apologised quietly, instead touching his forehead again, “still too warm. you’re taking more pills as soon as i find them”.

true to his word, minho didn’t waste a second, and when they finally got into chan and jeongin’s dorm, he made the leader change into warmer sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt—he didn’t think the thick hoodie would be of any help to the fever, so he made chan take it off—before finding fever reducers and giving them to him.

“comfy?”, he asked after a while, proudly looking at the way he’d gotten chan settled on his bed under a fluffy blanket and looking the slightest bit more colourful. yeah, not colourful, he wasn’t a rainbow (lowkey tho-), just less pale. chan, for maybe the first or second time that day, giggled quietly and nodded.

“won’t you sit with me, lino-yah~?”, he asked in a playful voice, but there was a slight pleading hidden in his words that minho couldn’t ignore, so he just nodded and sat next to the leader, letting himself be used as a pillow once more.

chan was still hurting, of course, but he was in his comfy warm bed and had his ‘cutest little thing’ next to him. and minho would make it better if the pain got worse again, would wake him up if the fever gave him the nightmares that always chased him when he was sick.

minho was there, and would take care of him, right? yes, 100% right.

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I love when he does his ugly ass expressions 🩷🩷

[elbiotipo]

The problem with Wikipedia is that it has rendered all other encyclopedias extinct or out of view (the exception are fandom encyclopedias, I guess, but those have their own problems). And people need in-depth information which also isn't highly specific academic papers that only tackle one specific thing in depth without wider context (my main problem when researching, for example, pre-columbian cultures.)

And competitors to Wikipedia like, you know, Encyclopedia Brittanica (I actually read it sometimes, and it's good until it hits you with straight up XIX imperialist apologia) aren't really good either. There is also a drought of encyclopedias in Spanish as all search results are absorbed by Wikipedia, this is why I hoard all sorts of PDFs and books, because the results in Spanish are just Spanish Wikipedia (probably the WORST of all major Wikipedias) and random SEO blogs.

There should be lots of online encyclopedias on different topics written by experts, ideally with some oversight because Wikipedia can be very, very biased when it wants (you can tell some people are really masturbating to Byzantine emperors), but I think this is a lost cause too since Google search, which let's face it, it's 99% of all internet searches, is declining into mush fast. And with AI generated content, things are going to get worse. I think we're honestly reaching a tipping point in the internet regarding access to reliable information.

At the end, my suggestion is that you go and download books, actual published books, and keep your sources broad. Because I think we're reaching a point where information on the internet is going to decline. It won't be lost, it will just be impossible to find unless you do a deep dive, or worse, mumbled into SEO/AI garbage misinformation.

[binie-boo]

as someone wise once said: yeah

[faunandfloraas]

Cause everytime we touch~