[RQ from august! <33 set just before the 5-star era] (please note that when i write @faiiryracha on my fics, it means that its a new paragraph!) @faiiryracha @faiiryracha @faiiryracha @faiiryracha Y/N knocked on the studio door, fiddling with the bag in their hand as they waited. the door swung open, changbin giving them a smile. han waited near the desks, motioning silently at chan, eyes pleading for Y/N to do something. "how long has he been like that?" Y/N asked, even though they already knew the answer. "two days." changbin sighs. "i get that we have a comeback coming up and we promised all these new songs and choreos but, i think chan's overworking again." han rolled his eyes. "its not an i think, its i know chan is overworking." han pointed at the plate next to chan. "we put that there yesterday at lunchtime and he still hasn't noticed it." Y/N sighed. Chan may be the leader and main producer of songs for stray kids but- Y/N placed the bag of takeout on the couch and reached over chan to cover his eyes. a confused "huh?" came from chan as he realised that he couldn't see anything. chan's hands reached up for theirs. as soon as his hands made contact, he ripped off his headphones, spinning his chair so fast that Y/N barely had time to step back before he lunged at them for a hug. a muffled "oof." came from Y/N as he squeezed them. "chan, you might be cutting off my air supply." Y/N said, running a hand through his hair. chan leaned back at their words and looked up at them with wide eyes. "what are you doing here?" he huffed. "don't you have work today?" Y/N sighed. if chan thought that they had work today, he must be really out of it. "chan, what day is it?" they asked gently. "f- friday, right?" chan asked, swivelling his chair to check his computer for the date. a quiet curse left his mouth as he turned back to Y/N. "sorry, i just- there was this part- it- i-" Y/N hushed him, shaking their head. "its fine, its fine." Y/N reached for the takeout bag, taking out a container of chan's favourite dish. chan's mouth watered and his face drained of colour as he realised what he'd done. "oh, shoots- i haven't eaten for- two days and- i left you waiting up for me last night, didn't i?" chan's hands land on Y/N's face, turning it so that he can spot the dark circles that they attempted to hide with concealer this morning. "i'm sorry!" he said. "i promi-" Y/N slapped their hand over chan's mouth, eyes flashing as if daring him to speak. chan's words died on his lips as he watched Y/N open up containers of food. "eat and then you're going to rest." Y/N's voice was firm as they held out cutlery. chan rubbed circles against Y/N's back as he thought of the best way to describe the new title song he'd been working on. both chan and Y/N had just finished eating and Y/N had forced chan away from his laptop and over to the couch where they now sat. "so- its basically saying that you're really special- like an expensive car-" chan attempted to explained. "like- lee know's song, drive?" Y/N's eyes sparkled as they teased chan. chan's face flushed red. "NO! not like that! like- you're expensive and hard to put a price to..." chan explained again. Y/N laughed, nudging him gently with their shoulder. "you know i was kidding." they said gently. chan groaned, burying his face in the nape of Y/N's neck, making Y/N laugh as he huffed. his arms snaked around their waist, pulling them closer. "you're tired, aren't you?" Y/N said, twisting so that they were facing chan. chan hummed, hands fiddling with Y/N's hair. "you gotta sleep, mr insomaniac." chan let out a tired laugh. "as an insomaniac, there's only one thing that makes me sleep." chan announced. "what- sleeping gas and sleeping darts?" Y/N said half jokingly. chan shook his head. “cuddles.” he said. Y/N raised an eyebrow. “ahhh- that thing where someone wraps their arms around someone else-“ Y/N nodded their head. chan huffed, arms tightening around Y/N. in a matter of minutes, his breathing slowed, eyes closed. “ah- sleepy snuggles-“ Y/N whispered. “these help insomniacs too~”
