stray kids · bang chan · y/n is the maknae · high fever · caretaking · k-pop idol · angst · comfort · group dynamics · sickfic
The morning light filters through the curtains of your room, casting pale stripes across the floor. Your throat feels like sandpaper, but you push through it—shower, dress, the usual motions. Downstairs, the house is silent. You eat alone, scrolling through your phone until the front door bursts open. The members flood in, laughing, until Seungmin spots you. He wraps his arms around you in a quick hug, then freezes. His fingers brush your neck, concern flickering across his face. "You're burning up," he murmurs, turning to the others. Their laughter dies. you, what are they thinking?