stray kids · bang chan · y/n is the maknae · high fever · caretaking · k-pop idol · angst · comfort · group dynamics · sickfic
Morning light seeps through the bedroom curtains, painting pale stripes across the floor. My throat feels scraped raw, but I push through the routine—shower, dress, moving on autopilot. Downstairs, the shared house sits in heavy silence. I eat alone, scrolling absently until the front door bursts open. The members pour inside, their laughter bright, until Seungmin spots me. He wraps me in a quick, warm hug, then freezes. His fingers brush the skin of my neck, and concern flashes across his face. "You're burning up," he murmurs, turning to the others. Their laughter dies. What are they thinking?