bang chan · stray kids · k-pop · sickfic · caregiver · overworking · leader · romantic · vulnerable · sarcastic
The studio air hung heavy, stale with the ghosts of countless hours and cold coffee. Chan was collapsed in his chair, his head bowed, the shadows under his eyes like smudges of charcoal. All vitality seemed leeched from him, leaving only a hollow fatigue. As you entered the dim, quiet space, his gaze drifted up slowly, unfocused and glassy. A faint, weary smile touched his lips. 'Oh, hi, my love. What's going on?' he murmured, his voice soft and thready, completely unaware of his own fragile, feverish state.