Figuratively speaking, at first. Some amalgamation of anxiety, excitement and probably some sort of exhaustion, if Yeonjun could feel it. They’ve been in the practice room for the greater part of five hours, working and reworking and re-reworking a potential run-through for his solo performance on Studio Choom. It wasn’t for another month, more than enough time to finetune everything once they begin using props and marking the stage’s dynamics. He has time, this is his main agenda outside of preparing for their upcoming tour.
But after dancing for five hours? Yeonjun thinks he’s going to die, quite literally.
He’s got the TXT practice room to himself now, with Kai and Taehyun off with friends and Beomgyu napping at the dorms, and he’s seen Soobin pop up once or twice to drop off water or watch the progress. But outside of the first hour and a half with the choreographer, Yeonjun’s completely alone.
And he’s starting to feel off.
As the music begins once again from the speakers, the choreographer’s moves on the screen resuming from the start, Yeonjun makes his way over to where he’s put his water bottle. And he trips over his own sneaker, almost lands headfirst onto the floor.
“Agh,” he complains to himself. “Feet, come on.”
Is he tired? Is that what it is?
Yeonjun reaches his water bottle and unscrews the cap, wondering why his throat feels kind of tight. Not allergen tight, but an odd feeling, almost restrictive, as if something in his throat is what’s giving him issues. With a deep sigh, he subdues whatever may be bothering his insides in exchange for taking a sip.
And it’s an awful idea. The moment the warmed water passed over his tongue and down his throat, he could already feel it threatening to come back for a return visit.
“Come on, come on,” he mumbles to himself, his fingers gripping the water bottle.
As he takes another sip, he realizes quite quickly what he’s experiencing here—and it’s just… nausea.
His stomach feels unsettled, and the moment the water touched it, it shattered something solid in him. His mouth feels wet already, saliva beginning to pool around his tongue. He swallows roughly to subdue it.
It doesn’t work, anyway.
Immediately, the floor doesn’t seem so solid, and neither does Yeonjun’s resolve. With shaky hands, Yeonjun swallows again, and thus begins the internal monologue of: don’t throw up – don’t throw up – don’t throw up–
And it doesn’t work. His stomach immediately summersaults and he barely has time to put the water bottle on the counter before he rushes to the small trash can, hunching over. It’s barely two feet from the ground, but it helps. He gives the can a rough spit, but it doesn’t do anything.
Immediately, Yeonjun is angry. After all these hours of working to get this done and his timing has to be the worst. He doesn’t have time. This is a non-issue.
And his stomach seizes up again. A cramp the size of a tsunami waves across him and cause him to curl down further, bringing the tall member to hover barely over the can. He doesn’t have time to focus on another wave of cramps before he just feels it come pouring upward. Warm, thick, and full of chunks, and it reeks. It felt like undigested breakfast, warm tea and cold rice working its way into the trash can at an alarming rate. Yeonjun feels shaky, so he places his hands on his knees to brace himself as another mouthful rips its way up. The noise he makes is inhumane, annoyed by how his stomach hurts, his his back is throbbing, how he has to deal with all of this in the first place. He didn’t make these plans, for sure; he wanted to be done, go home.
He coughs up another heavy mouthful, breath heaving with each effort. He hurts, aches, and he’s not getting any relief as his body continues to expel everything his stomach may have contained over the past week. Barely another cough in, a hard spit, and he’s back to coughing up bile and stomach acid once he feels himself running empty.
He feels woozy. His vision spins for a moment, and the sound of the choreographer from the speaker goes almost silent for a solid few seconds. Yeonjun’s vision blurs, then returns as another cramp seizes him. Another mouthful. He’s so shaky, he can feel himself almost willing his knees to keep him up while he spits another mouthful.
And after a moment, it stops. He’s spent, exhausted, and he crumples almost immediately to kneeling on the ground. Without a napkin and with no strength to get a tissue from the box on the side table, he merely uses the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth and spits another rough mouthful into the trash can.
“God… that fucking hurt,” he mumbles to himself.
The choreographer’s voice is too loud. The speaker is a little ways away, the remote nearby, but Yeonjun can’t bring himself to make it over there. His head feels too disjointed, almost feeling far too faint. And hot, everything feels so overwhelmingly hot. Sweat plasters his shirt to his back, and the air in the room isn’t cool enough to combat how his temperature must have spiked.
Tilting over, he merely lays down on the floor and pulls his phone from his pocket. When he opens the screen, the bright light brings the nausea back so he turns it back off. Just a few minutes, he tells himself. He’ll just wait, rest a moment, he should start feeling better in a few minutes. His eyes close.
~*~
Yeonjun isn’t sure when he fell asleep or what happened, but he awakens to Soobin’s voice on the phone and a hand gently stroking his hair. He groans, only to hear Soobin’s deeper voice hushing him softly.
“It’s okay, hyung. It’s okay, you’re okay.’
Yeonjun, strangely, believes him. A brief chill runs down his spine, but when he curls in more, he can feel the heat of Soobin’s thigh underneath his head, and the comfort of a thick sweatshirt draped over him. He just pulls his hands into the fabric more. It’s oddly very comfortable here, and with Soobin’s long fingers combing through his long locks, he almost begins to drift off again.
As he settles, he hears Soobin’s voice begin again. He must be talking to someone; Yeonjun’s vision is blurred and teary when he tries to look up, so he gives up quickly and closes his eyes. “Yeah, he just woke up for a moment. Mhmm… he hasn’t since I’ve been here, but he’s not mumbling anymore.” A pause. “Yeah, I’ll wait here.” And then: “Yeonjunie?”
“Mm?” Yeonjun mumbles in acknowledgement. He tilts his face but doesn’t open his eyes.
“Think you’re awake enough to tell me what happened?” The request isn’t unkind and Soobin’s keeping his voice low, almost as if he senses Yeonjun’s growing headache. His fingertips rake along Yeonjun’s scalp and it’s so gentle and comforting that it almost lulls him back to sleep.
“Yeonjunie?”
“’M up…” Yeonjun grumbles. His mouth feels full of cotton. It takes him another moment before he just sighs. “Dunno… tired.”
“I know… were you feeling sick all day?”
That receives a grunt and the smallest of head shakes. Yeonjun doesn’t think he felt terrible all day; actually, things were going well for the first few hours, he’s sure. Soobin doesn’t push him further, but he does pause in his hair rubbing to place a hand on Yeonjun’s forehead. Yeonjun whines, trying to tilt his scalp back to Soobin’s hand, and it gets a small chuckle from the young man as he returns his head to scratching his scalp.
“Yeonjunie?” the older one hears again, but with a soft groan, he merely pushes his head back into the sweatshirt and falls asleep again.
~*~
When he wakes up again, he’s once again struck with an overwhelming urge to vomit. He pushes himself upright, eyes opening to bright white lights, and the nausea rushes to turn his stomach inside out. And immediately there’s a hand on his shoulder, leaning him forward. He can briefly feel a bucket in his hands before he sticks his face inward and gags. But only a stringy mouthful of water and spit and bile escape him. He groans, but it turns into a gag and he manages to cough up a little more bile. With a strained cough, he spits, and feels the edge of a cup placed on his lips.
“Take a mouthful and try to rinse,” Soobin’s voice cuts in softly.
It’s commanding enough but gentle at the same time; even when speaking like authority, Soobin’s voice is always so soothing. He truly is a fantastic leader. Yeonjun just does as he’s told, taking in a sip and relishing in the sensation of cold water on his tongue before he feels something gritty and slimy in his mouth. It’s almost enough to make him gag again, but he shuts his mouth to try and avoid thinking about what it actually is and just spits the water into the bowl. He rinses a second time, before Soobin tells him to just sip slowly.
“What—” but it takes Yeonjun a moment. He still feels dizzy, he thinks; not really any pain, but he doesn’t feel very secure sitting up. His head leans forward, and a gentle hand directs him to a shoulder. Judging by the scent from earlier, it’s Soobin again. “What… did I miss?”
Soobin sighs softly, and brings the cup back to his lips. “Another sip. Yeonjunie-hyung, you’re sick, you know.”
With that, Yeonjun just groans. He doesn’t have the time, but he guesses his body made sure he did.
“Your fever’s going down, though… But this is the third time you’ve thrown up in here. The hospital’s going to keep you to get you hydrated again.”
It is? Yeonjun doesn’t even recall throwing up in here, much less being brought in here at all. That gets him to raise his head, eyes open to face Soobin. As they make eye contact, their leader smiles, relief showing in his eyes. “Feeling more awake? You’ve been out of it for the better part of three hours.”
“What happened?” he mumbles.
Apparently, as Soobin explains, Yeonjun answered his call. When he hadn’t come back for the two to leave or answered his texts, Soobin had called his phone and, half-asleep, he answered and mumbled about his stomach hurting. Soobin pieced his location together by the choreographer’s voice in the background and found him. A medical check in the practice room, a trip to the hospital in the van, blood work, and vomiting three times while asking the same question was what led them to that moment.
But he was lucid now. His skin, albeit pale, was slowly regaining its honey soft color. And he’s being held overnight, IV pushing Tylenol and saline through his veins to keep him hydrated.
With a groan, he merely puts his head back on Soobin’s shoulder, which gets a laugh from the younger leader. “Thanks, man.”
“For what, taking care of you?”
That elicits a small nod while Yeonjun closes his eyes. He’s exhausted, even though he’s been sleeping on and off this whole time.
“You don’t even have to ask, Yeonjunie. I’ll always take care of you.”
“I don’t think even medicine can help your stomach, it would be better be sick and get it over with”
Sickie: Yeonjun
Caretaker: Beomgyu
🥺🙏
I hope you like it!!
Warning: description of vomit
That Yeonjun feels fine would be a lie, that he feels bad would also be a lie. If he's being honest he feels horrible. Downright sick and disgusting. After that chicken he had for lunch he just felt horrible. It was a new place, the chicken tasted good and nothing seemed sketchy. However something must have upset his stomach. Maybe it was the sauce or the seasoning. He doesn't know but what he knows is that he has felt sick ever since after eating it. His stomach feels uncomfortable, tight and uneasy with each step he takes. He knows it's not just his stomach aching, there's another feeling lingering inside. He feels as if he had to be sick but there's no way he would lose the battle with his stomach and admit to that.
Currently Yeonjun sat on the couch next to Beomgyu. The two being the only ones without schedule. Normally Yeonjun would be in the studio, writing lyrics or practicing his dancing but today he doesn't feel like it. His stomach was too uncomfortable to even think about moving. So he watched Beomgyu play some games on his PS5. He didn't even know what game he was playing, not paying any attention. From time to time Beomgyu glanced over to Yeonjun, being worried about the older as Yeonjun told him he wasn't feeling good.
Normally Yeonjun wasn't the type to speak up that easily but with no schedule and feeling this way he didn't see a point in hiding it from anyone. Especially not from Beomgyu as the younger was his safe space.
As the time passed the ache in his stomach got worse and worse. The singer rested one hand on his stomach and couldn't hold back a groan. He already took some medicine but nothing helped. As he rubbed over his aching stomach he let up a low burp, a grimace on his face as he did so. The nausea was getting worse but he wouldn't admit to that. Slowly Yeonjun stood up and popped out another pill, this time swallowing it dry as he got inpatient.
As the older sat down on the couch again he curled up around his stomach. After around 15 minutes later the lain still wasn't better if anything Yeonjun felt worse. He tried to hold back a whimper as a harsh cramp seized up in his stomach. The older one burped again, this time he swallowed and swallowed after it. Until he felt good enough to settle down again.
Beomgyu finally had enough. "Hyung, I don't think medicine can help your stomach. It would be better to be sick and get it over with."
Yeonjun looked over to the younger. "I don't want to be.." he mumbled.
Beomgyu sighed. He knew his Hyung had trouble getting sick. He wasn't really scared of it but he also didn't like to be alone While it happened. Actually he was scared of it but would never admit that and that was something all of the members knew.
Beomgyu walked over to Yeonjun and placed the trash can in between the olders legs.
"I know you hate it." He said softly as he rubbed over the olders back. "I will hold you hand, okay?"
As soon as the younger one took Yeonjuns hand the older one squeezed it.
"I feel pukey.." he admit
"Mhm I know you do. Let's get it over with. I won't leave." Beomgyu said softly.
Immediately Yeonjun relaxed. A bit too much because suddenly a wet burp bought up undigested food. Luckily he had the bucket placed in the right spot or he would have been sick on his lap. While bringing up wave after wave of sick the squeezed Beomgyus hand as hard as possible.
"Gyu.." he choked out in between heaves.
Beomgyu squeezed the olders hand and with his other hand he wiped one tear away that rolled down the olders cheek. "I'm here. You'll feel better after if. I promise."
After one more round Yeonjun was finally empty. His stomach not churning as much as before. He spit one more time into the bucket and leaned back. Beomgyu placed the bucket aside, ready to clean it later but right now he needed to give Yeonjun some comfort. The younger rested one if his hands in the olders stomach and gave it a light rub. "Feeling better?"
Yeonjun only hummed "Gyu..cuddle me" me whispered.
Beomgyu grinned and pulled the older one into his embrace. "You'll be so embarrassed about it as soon as you feel better.
Doesn't get embarrassed with you at all. Will casually burp and pass gas in front of you. Gets really gassy if he feels unwell though
Loves belly rubs but is a bit shy to ask for them if it's not only the two of you
Doesn't really like to tell you if he feels unwell and just casually mentions it. Also is too stubborn to admit feeling bad especially if they're having a tight schedule
If there's no schedule he immediately tells you the moment he feels off
Likes to be cuddled until he feels better
Has a really sensitive stomach and mostly gets sick to it. Sometimes even just candy upsets it
Gets sick the most and always comes down with the worst things
Hates fevers with a passion because they always make him dizzy
Often gets really bad migraines
The worst hangovers
Has a really talkative stomach and gets really bloated if he feels unwell
The only thing he is shy about is if his stomach gets badly bloated
Scenarios:
Taehyun told you about what happened at Sugas show and straight up bought Yeonjun to your apartment. So you had to deal with Yeonjuns hangover the next morning
Yeonjun catched a cold and Soobin makes everything better
Just some soft hours. It's not long but I hope that's okay
Warning: none
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Yeonjun cursed himself in his mind. Why on earth does his immune system hate him that much? He easily gets a cold or flu and of course he catched something again. And of course that happened while they attended an event and had some performances to do. His body really does hate him sometimes.
Currently they’re backstage and Yeonjun is munching on a cough drop. His throat is hurting and sore, making is hard to even swallow. But he had to sing today. So somehow he has to keep his throat wet all the time and the coughing drops are the best for that and they also help against him not coughing every few seconds. However, that doesn’t stop his nose from running. At least he doesn't have a stuffy nose anymore. That would have affected his singing even more. He could live with a runny nose, it was still annoying though. He had to grab a tissue every few seconds and blow his nose. He also has a great headache because of the cold he has and his body can’t decide if it’s too hot in here or too cold. Maybe both, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t really care either. The members and the staff know he’s sick, he tried to not make a big deal out of it, but to be honest everyone could see that he’s sick and not doing too well.
The whole time one of the members were by his side, none of them wanted to let Yeonjun alone. Afraid that he may pass out or anything. They just wanted to comfort him. Right now it’s Soobin's turn. He always manages to comfort Yeonjun and bring a smile to his face, but he does that with everyone. Just his presence comforts everyone and brightens the room. And Yeonnun searches for the comfort of Soobin a lot if he isn’t feeling too well. Especially if he’s having a cold. Somehow Soobin always managed to make his headache go away. Yes the leader sometimes had a hard time to form is words but he’s always so gentle if someone isn’t feeling well. That’s why currently Yeonjun is cuddled up in the leader's arms. His head resting on Soobin's shoulder and his eyes closed.
“ I'll get you sick.” Yeonjun mumbled
“You won’t.” Sobin said with a smile
To be honest Yeonjun was probably right. But does Soobin care? No, not at all. His main priority was to make the older feel better and he knows that cuddles would always manage to make him feel better. He could handle to possibly get sick too, if that means to comfort Yeonjun. In his mind it’s worth it. Soobin lightly squeezed the olders hand. His other hand he pressed against the olders neck and then his forehead. Checking for a temperature and Yeonnun did feel warmer than before. The older leaned into the touch and sighed. The cool hand of the leader eeling good against his hot and clammy skin.
“I think your fever got higher.” Soobin said worried
“Mhm” Yeonjun only hummed, not really realizing the situation.
Soobin looked over to the staff member and they handed him a bottle of water and some fever reducer. He mouthed his thank you and helped the older one to sit up again.
“Can you take this for me?” He asked
It wasn’t really a question, there wasn’t a way out of it or saying no. Yeonjun knew that so he just nodded and took the pills. He gulped the water down as if he hadn't already drunk two bottles in the last hour. The fever just madr him so thirsty and it always cooled him down somehow. After taking the pills he leaned back on the leader's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. The leader smiled and ruffled the olders hair. They stayed like this till they had to perform. All of them watched Yeonjun the whole time, not wanting him to hurt himself. The performance happened without any complications and as soon as they were in the dorms again they all cuddled up around Yeonjun and pampered him with love and tea and cuddles.
can you write a yeonjun fic where he wakes up and doesn’t feel good but still carries on without mentioning anything to the others. and he like tries all day to hide that he’s feeling unwell but then like in the middle of the day it just gets too overwhelming and he starts getting emotional because he’s pressured to always work hard and be perfect. Leans on a wall and says ‘I don’t feel so good’ and the other members are shocked and then find out that he has a really high fever and then they have to bring him home somehow even though he’s feeling very dizzy. When they are home they baby him until he falls asleep 🥺
I'm so sorry this took so long. I forgot it in my drafts.
Also I turned it angsty for a hot minute haha
Warning: fainting | angst
Yeonjun wasn’t feeling good at all. He woke up with a headache and a stuffy nose. His skin was clammy and clothes were sweat soaked. He wasn’t feeling good yesterday. Always sneezing every five minutes, he knew he would come down with something. He drank a lot of tea and even took vitamins to not get sick, but it was for no use. Now he’s sick, running a fever and it’s hard to breath with a stuffy nose. He didn’t plan on saying anything. They're all too stressed with the new comeback and Yeonjun himself wasn't satisfied with his dancing yet. So there's no way he would miss a single day of practice. It's just a cold. He could power through that.
He could make it through, he really could. At least that’s what he thinks.
Somehow Yeonjun managed to get out of bed and wash himself up. It took longer than usual and his whole body was aching either each step he took. He couldn't even manage to eat anything. He rested his head on the table and closed his eyes. There was a hand on his back. Rubbing up and down. The hand felt cold and Yeonjun could almost melt into the touch. It felt so good against his burning skin.
"Are you okay? You're rather warm.." Soobin asked.
At that question Yeonjun sat up and smiled. "I'm fine. Just took a hot shower." He waved Soobin off.
The leader knew better than to ask again. Knowing Yeonjun that would only built his walls up higher. So the leader rather just offered him silent comfort and made him some tea. Yeonjun gladly accepted it. Yes. He could definitely make it through the day.
-
Currently they’re all at dance practice. Yeonjun knows he’s lacking behind, but it’s so hard to move. His whole body feels too heavy to move, his legs wobbly and he’s sure he isn’t even taking the right steps. Sudden dizziness comes up and within a second Yeonjun bumps against Taehyun and falls on the ground. Sitting on the ground he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to will the dizziness away. It somehow worked, but now that he’s looking up he noticed the annoyed look of the members. They don’t say anything, but Yeonjun knows how annoyed they must be with him right now. The singer tries to stand up, his legs wobbly, but slowly he stands up again. As soon as he stands the dizziness comes back again. He bites his lips, he can’t say anything. They’re annoyed with him anyway. And after all he had to be perfect. He rarely makes mistakes, always being the one who tries the hardest no matter what. The one who had high standards for himself. The one who outdid most of the other trainees and since then the company had high hopes for him. Always expecting the best from him and Yeonjun did too. There's no way he could lack or slow down anyone. This wasn't him. He hated making mistakes even though he knows right now it's because of his poor condition. To him that's no excuse. If he wasn't perfect what would the members think? What would MOA think of him? No, he couldn't disappoint anyone. But he already did disappoint his members. He's Coldingham them down at this moment. Yeonjun couldn't stop the thoughts. Tears welling up his eyes, out of frustration. He doesn’t want to disappoint, but he also feels like passing out every minute. Before the music started Yeonjun decided he had to tell at least someone. Taehyun would understand him and that way he could also explain why he bumped into him. He's sure of that.
“Hyun..?” Yeonjun speak in a gentle voice as he taps Taehyun on the shoulder
“What?” Taehyun tries to sound calming, but the annoyance is clearly visible.
"Sorry." Yeonjun let his head hang low, maybe he could make it through the practice.
A bit into the practice it was clear that Yeonjun got worse by any minute that passed. His movement was slow and messy. Yeonjuns head was pounding and the dizziness got worse. Black spots appear in his vision. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut to make it stop, but it didn’t work. The black spots are only getting worse. The room was spinning and his legs wobbled underneath him. Yeonjun tried his hardest to work through the practice, he really did. But, his condition got only worse. He felt like his head was getting stabbed by someone. Pounding so hard and the dizziness making him nauseous.
Yeonjun stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t anymore. He feels so bad and he’s sweating more than usual. He’s sure his fever got higher than it was this morning.
As Yeonjun suddenly stopped, the rest of the members looked in confusion and annoyance at the oldest.
“What is it this time?" Beomgyu rolled his eyes.
Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will the tears and dizziness away. However, it got too much for him. The room spinning and his legs wobbly. Yeonjun leaned on the wall behind him and tried to keep air into his lungs. It didn't work.
"I don't feel so good.." he choked out.
Suddenly Yeonjun fell down, they all expected to hear a loud thud. However, they didn’t hear anything. Only seeing how Soobin somehow had managed to catch the oldest and now sits down on the floor with him.
Carefully Soobin places Yeonjun's head on his lap.
“Kai get the manager and Taehyun, hold his legs up.” Soobin almost spat. The members never heard that tone come out of him before. It was obvious that the leader was extremely worried.
Hueningkai ran as fast as he could and Taehyun quickly lifted up Yeonjun's legs a bit to get his blood flowing. Meanwhile Beomgyu was really overwhelmed with the situation and all he could do was kneel down beside Yeonjun and gently hold his hand, giving it a squeeze. Tears welled up in the younger's eyes. He looked up at Soobin.
"Hyung.." Beomgyu bit on his lips to stop himself from crying.
"It's okay. Yeonjun will be okay." Soobin said calmly.
Slowly Yeonjun woke up. His eyes opened and closed, he’s falling in and out of consciousness. Trying his hardest to stay awake.
“Yeonjun? Hey? Wake up.” Soobin spoke softly as he stroked through the olders hair.
Slowly Yeonjun was completely awake again. A bit out of it because of what happened, but at least he was there again.
“You’re burning up...” Soobin said with a frown.
“.. ‘m sorry.” Yeonjun slurred, too weak to actually speak up.
“You don't need to be sorry. We should be..I'm sorry, Hyung." Taehyun apologized
Yeonjun only nodded and reached his free hand out to Taehyun. The younger one immediately took it and squeezed his Hyungs hand. Yeonjun tried his best to smile softly to reassure the members.
It only took a few minutes until Kai returned with the medics and one of the managers. The Maknae was rather happy that he didn't had to stay with them. He would have started crying as he always gets really worried about his Hyungs. All he did was give Yeonjun a bottle of water. As soon as the situation is eased up he would definitely cuddle with his Hyung.
The members decided to give Yeonjun some room. So only one of them stayed with Yeonjun. Of course it was Soobin. Beomgyu wanted to stay too but he couldn't keep himself from crying so Taehyun decided to take Beomgyu and Kai out of the room to have them calm down.
It turned out that Yeonjun that a really high fever. Not concerning enough to take him to the hospital but he definitely needed some rest. The manager and Soobin decided that practice would end for all of them today as the event was hard on all of them. Yeonjun wanted to protest so badly but he just couldn't. His body and mind were too exhausted to let him speak.
On the way back in the car Kai was seated next to Yeonjun. Having his arm wrapped around his Hyung. Yeonjuns head rested against Kai's chest. His eyes closed. It seemed likely he was sleeping but the dizziness was too bad to actually make him fall asleep and the moving of the car didn't help at all. Yeonjun was more than grateful that Kai held him steady. He knew he couldn't hold himself up right now.
A few hours later all five members laid down in one bed. Yeonjun in the middle. He did it before. It was a tight fit but they all enjoyed it. Yeonjun nuzzled his head into Beomgyus cheat while Soobin spooned him from behind. Kai and Taehyung one each at Beomgyus and Soobins side. With how cold Yeonjun was feeling he enjoyed the warmth of the members.
"Next time tell us if you feel bad." Taehyun suddenly spoke up.
Yeonjun hummed "I can't.."
"What do you mean?" Kai asked surprised.
Soobin knew what was going on inside of his Hyungs head so he gave his wait a reassuring squeeze. Yeonjun sighed at that.
"I feel like I'm disappointing everyone..If I can't be perfect what am I even here for? I just can't.." Yeonjun stopped himself there. He bit down on his lower lip.
"You could never disappoint us. I don't care about anyone else. They don't count. But I can speak for all of us. You could never disappoint us." Beomgyu spoke as he pressed a soft kiss on Yeonjuns head.
"And Yeonjun? You are already perfect. You're so talented and hard working. You always give your hardest. Sometimes we make mistakes and that is okay. You are human. You're allowed to make mistakes." Soobin said softly.
"And your dancing is amazing. Your vocals are amazing. I don't think we need to speak about your visual because you look handsome too." Taehyun laughed to lighten up the mood.
"Hyung we love you." Kai joined in. Smiling brightly.
Yeonjun couldn't hold back the tears at this point. "You idiots make me cry. I love you." Yeonnun laughed with tears in his eyes.
He knew he had a hard way to goo to finally accept help but he knew he always could count on the members.
