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Why the fuck can't I write? What's wrong with me? I just want people to like my music. Isn't this my-my job? Maybe I shouldn't even be here. Channie-hyung probably only took me in because he feels sorry for me. A home-schooled, friendless jerk who can't even respect his elders. Why do I act like that? Why can't I be nice? I just want friends. I just want good friends to perform with. I want them-
His train of thoughts were interrupted by a warm hand on his left shoulder. His head jerked to the side, eyes wide and a soft gasp leaving his lips.
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"What was that, Innie?"
"Head huwt."
"Oh no." Felix replied, as if he were entertaining a small child "Why does your head hurt?"
Or: Jeongin has a headache and regresses in front of Felix
Sequel to Sick Jeongin but can be read as a stand alone -
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Ah crap. What's nightmare in Korean?
"I..uh..saw scary...things...I was asleep."
"You had a nightmare?"
"Y-yeah."
Or: Predebut Felix has a nightmare and goes to Minho
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He knew the younger was definitely not okay, but he still felt the need to ask him. Chan wanted to hear it straight from him.
Jeongin shook his head. He didn't feel like speaking. He didn't want to do anything. He didn't want to take care of himself. He felt too sick. No, no. Sick isn't the right word. He felt too icky.
Or: Jeongin feels sick (and himself slipping) so he goes to Chan. Chan calls Minho for help.
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In. Out. In. Out.
Jeongin sat on the edge of the bed, facing the little light coming from his door left ajar. He gripped onto the mattress, trying to find something, anything to bring him back to earth. His head hurt and he could feel a knot in his throat. He could feel everything. Every noise was too loud and every smell to smelly. His clothes were touching him ways he didn't know they could. And every breath was so heavy but so, so useless.
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Jeongin cries and Bang Chan comforts him
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Minho chuckles lowly. “Then have a kid.”
“Need a girlfriend first.”
“Then find a girl.”
“Already tried that.”
“You’re out of options, then,” Minho shrugs. Then, he pauses, eyebrows drawing together. “Well, not really. You could always adopt.”
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Or, in which best friends, Lee Minho and Bang Chan, foster kids together since they’re both in their late thirties and feel utterly unaccomplished. They end up with six teenagers with varying levels of trauma and no clue how to confront the feelings they have for each other.
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20 Oct 2026