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🐶 Under the Weather

Personer: Seungmin x Chan
Emne: Cute, fluff

The dorm was unusually quiet that afternoon. Most of the Stray Kids members were out for various schedules, leaving Chan to keep an eye on Seungmin, who was curled up on the couch, bundled under layers of blankets. The normally lively and cheerful Seungmin was now subdued, his face flushed with fever and his eyes half-closed as he tried to get comfortable.

Chan walked in from the kitchen, balancing a tray with a steaming bowl of soup and a glass of water. He set it down on the coffee table in front of Seungmin, his expression filled with concern. “Hey, Minnie, how’re you feeling?” he asked gently, sitting beside Seungmin and placing a hand on his forehead. Seungmin leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering open.

“Still tired,” Seungmin mumbled, his voice scratchy. He hated being sick, and the persistent headache and chills were making him feel small and miserable. He pulled the blankets tighter around himself, shivering despite the warmth.

“I know, buddy,” Chan said softly, brushing Seungmin’s hair back with a gentle touch. “You need to eat a little, though. I made your favorite soup.” He nodded toward the tray, the steam rising invitingly from the bowl.

Seungmin glanced at the soup, then at Chan, feeling a mix of gratitude and stubbornness. “I’m not really hungry,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Chan smiled patiently, understanding that Seungmin’s usual appetite was no match for the fever.

“Just a few bites, yeah?” Chan encouraged, picking up the bowl and spoon. He stirred the soup, blowing on it gently to cool it down before offering it to Seungmin. “It’ll help you feel better.”

Seungmin sighed but opened his mouth, letting Chan feed him. The warmth of the soup soothed his sore throat, and he managed a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Channie,” he said, his voice still weak but a bit steadier now.

Chan continued to feed Seungmin, watching carefully as his friend ate slowly, pausing often to rest. It was moments like these that reminded Chan how important it was to take care of each other—not just on stage, but in the quiet, vulnerable moments too.

After a few more spoonfuls, Seungmin shook his head, indicating he’d had enough. Chan set the bowl down and handed him the glass of water, helping him take a sip. “Good job,” Chan said encouragingly, ruffling Seungmin’s hair. “Now, just rest.”

Seungmin nodded, sinking back into the couch cushions. He closed his eyes, trying to will away the heaviness in his limbs and the dull ache in his head. Chan stayed by his side, adjusting the blankets to make sure Seungmin was snug and warm.

“Do you want me to stay?” Chan asked quietly, sensing that Seungmin might need more than just the physical care. Seungmin hesitated, not wanting to be a burden, but he nodded, his expression softening.

“Yeah… Could you?” Seungmin whispered, his voice small. He looked at Chan, his eyes shining with the vulnerability he rarely let show.

“Of course,” Chan said without missing a beat. He moved to sit on the floor beside the couch, close enough for Seungmin to feel his presence. Chan gently took Seungmin’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m right here, okay? You’re not alone.”

Seungmin nodded, feeling a little more at ease with Chan beside him. The room was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the air conditioner and the soft rustle of blankets as Seungmin shifted. Chan stayed silent, just being there, offering comfort without needing to say much.

Slowly, Seungmin’s breathing evened out, the tension in his body easing as he drifted off into a light sleep. Chan watched over him, keeping a vigilant eye to make sure Seungmin was comfortable. He knew how hard it was for Seungmin to let himself be taken care of, always so determined to be independent and strong. But Chan also knew that everyone needed a break sometimes, and it was okay to lean on someone else.

As Seungmin slept, Chan hummed softly, a familiar tune that he knew would soothe Seungmin’s restless mind. He rubbed small circles on the back of Seungmin’s hand, a gentle reminder that he wasn’t alone.

The hours passed quietly, the afternoon sun casting warm rays into the room. Eventually, Seungmin stirred, his eyes opening slowly. He looked at Chan, who was still right there, just as he’d promised.

“Thank you, Channie,” Seungmin murmured, his voice still hoarse but filled with genuine gratitude.

Chan smiled, giving Seungmin’s hand one last squeeze. “Anytime, Seungmin. Anytime.”

And as the day turned into evening, Chan remained by Seungmin’s side, a steadfast presence through the ebb and flow of sickness and recovery, reminding him that in the toughest times, there was always someone who cared.