Trigger Warning

Nothing too bad but there are bits that mention not eating so if this is triggering for you, please don't read

Also note that this is a long fic, over 10,000 words so be prepared to be reading for a little while

Wooyoung's POV

I bit my lip anxious and held onto Hongjoong's hand tightly as I sat in the hospital bed, waiting for the diagnosis from the doctor. I had taken a bad fall while practicing and I thought it would be fine but my ankle hadn't stopped aching since, in fact it was actually getting worse. I had done my best to just sit down through the concert but after I woke up sobbing the night before from pain, Hongjoong decided enough was enough and practically dragged me here.

"Just breathe Wooyoung-ah, it's going to be ok," Hongjoong said softly, reaching up and brushing my hair away to soothe me. Usually a touch like that would bring me comfort but I was far too anxious. All of the other boys were all at home, getting the rest they need, the rest Hongjoong should be getting as well.

"It's not going to be ok," I whispered, shaking my head. Hongjoong sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing me.

"No matter what the outcome is Wooyoung, it's going to be ok. If you need some rest, no one will mind, we certainly won't," Hongjoong said.

"But Hyung, Atiny," I whispered.

"All Atiny will want is for you to get better," Hongjoong said. I just frowned and shook my head, leaning back onto my pillow and turning my head the opposite way to face the wall.

"Young-ah," Hongjoong said softly.

"Don't Hyung, just don't," I said tersely, clenching my jaw tight to try to stop the tears from welling up in my arms. I'm burdening him enough as it is, he doesn't need a crybaby on his hands as well.

"Ok, but I'm here for you aegi," he whispered, squeezing my hand gently. I didn't reply, just continued to stubbornly look at the wall.

It was only a few minutes later when the door opened and a doctor walked in with a nurse. I sat up quickly, while Hongjoong also stood and turned around, all the while continuing to hold my hand.

"Mr Jung, how are you feeling," the doctor asked me. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and gave a slight nod.

"I'm ok," I said quietly. Hongjoong gave my hand a little squeeze and I unconsciously squeezed back.

"That's good to here, has the pain reduced much after we gave you those pain killer," the doctor asked.

"Um yeah, I can barely feel it now," I said with a nod.

"Good, good, that's really good. Unfortunately though, I have some bad news for you," the doctor said. I heard Hongjoong let out a slight groan beside me but I didn't react, I couldn't. I just felt numb, knowing I just needed to hear how long I would have to sit out, I just needed it over and done with.

"What's the diagnosis sir," Hongjoong asked.

"It appears Mr Jung has sprained his ankle. Now it isn't a very bad one but given he's a dancer and very active, I cannot stress enough how important it is that he gets the rest he needs. If he overuses it too much while it's injured, he's going to do even more damage and it would cause even more issues," the doctor said. I still couldn't bring myself to say anything so as usual, Hongjoong went into his leader mode and spoke up.

"How long does he need to rest for," he asked.

"At this point in time, we'll give it four weeks with limited to no pressure on it. Afterwards we'll have another appointment and then reevaluate from there," the doctor said. Four weeks. Four weeks with no walking around, let alone dancing and performing. Four weeks. How much worse could I have messed this up?

"Is there anything else Sir," Hongjoong asked, his thumb caressing the back of my hand gently.

"Yes, there is-." Great, what now?

"We would also like to recommend that Mr Jung either wear a moonboot or he uses crutches within those four weeks," the doctor said. I groaned and leaned back, smacking my head down on the pillow.

"Which of the two do you think would be the better preference," the nurse asked, speaking up. Neither, I don't want either.

"Which one is more efficient and will heal his ankle better," Hongjoong asked.

"The best course of action would be to brace his ankle and have him use the crutches," the doctor replied.

"Then we will go with that," Hongjoong said with a nod.

"Perfect, we'll go get everything. He should be able to get discharged in about an hour," the doctor said.

"Thank you," Hongjoong said and a few seconds later the door opened and close once again, signaling the doctor and nurse had left.

"Wooyoung, it's ok. I know this isn't the outcome you wanted but it could be worse Youngie," Hongjoong said. Is he kidding right now.

"Hyung, I love you but please just shut up," I snapped. I know I shouldn't be so rude but this is killing me right now. Hongjoong just sighed but didn't say anything, obviously knowing I was only snapping because I was so upset. I still can't believe this is happening.

~~~~~

Just as the doctor said, an hour later my ankle was in a brace and I was awkwardly hopping out the hospital entrance with crutches, Hongjoong hovering beside me. I was doing well at holding it together, focusing on my anger and disappointment rather than on the sadness and hopelessness. When we got to the car, Hongjoong helped me into the front and grabbed my crutches, chucking them into the backseat. He then got into the drivers seat and drove off.

"I've let Manager-nim know and you've been taken off the schedules for the next month. They're going to release a statement tomorrow morning," Hongjoong said quietly. I just remained silent and turned my head to look out the window at the dark streets. The rest of the drive was done in silence before we arrived back at the dorms.

"Come on, let's get you up to bed," Hongjoong said as he helped me out and handed me the crutches. I stayed silent and tucked them under my armpits before I started to hop inside. Hongjoong opened the front door for me and I slowly hobbled inside.

"Do you need some help getting ready for bed," Hongjoong asked me.

"No, I'm fine," I said quietly, continuing to head towards the room I shared with Yeosang and Jongho. I opened the door and hobbled inside, making sure to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn't wake the other two up as they were sound asleep in their beds. I made my way over to my drawers and grabbed out a change of clothes before heading back out to the bathroom. Using the crutches were hard and it was driving me insane but I did it because I knew what the outcome would be if I didn't. I'd rather not make things worse than they already were. I struggled to get changed while hopping on one foot but I eventually managed and I dumped my dirty clothes into the hamper. As I left the bathroom, I turned off the light and paused in the hallway. Realistically I knew I should just head back to my bed and go to sleep, make sure not to disturb the others. But I just couldn't. I knew I wouldn't be able to get any sleep, not when I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I bit my bottom lip anxiously for a few seconds before setting down my crutches and making my way down the hall, slipping into another room. I turned and closed the door very quietly before making my way over to one of the two beds. I laid my crutches down on the floor before pulling back the cover and slowly and delicately laid down beside him. I tried to do it without waking him up but that failed miserably when he began stir.

"Jagiya, how did it go," he whispered as he turned to me, his voice thick with sleep. I had done so well keeping it together but for some reason, this is what broke my resolve. I let out a whimper before bursting into tears, managing to keep quiet.

"Oh jagiya," San said quietly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to his chest.

"Let it out, just let it all out. I'm here, I've got you," he said softly. I just clung to him tightly, sobbing quietly into his shoulder. I didn't want to bother him but he's my soulmate, my ride or die, someone I know I can always go to for comfort. He just held me softly and gently ran his fingers through my hair. I cried for a few minutes before I managed to slowly calm down. I let out one last sniffle before going quiet and nuzzling closer to San's neck.

"Feel any better," he asked quietly.

"I feel horrible Sannie," I whispered.

"I know you do but it isn't your fault. I know you won't believe me but it's going to be ok. This rest is going to be really good for you," San said.

"It's four weeks of absolutely nothing San-ah," I whispered. He was quiet for a few seconds before sighing.

"I know that's going to be really hard for you Wooyoung but I'm here for you and so are the others. We're all going to be here to lend you an ear or a shoulder to lean on ok," San said softly.

"I don't want to do this Sannie, I want to perform. I can't even go and sit at the concerts, Atiny won't see me. They're coming to see all of us and I'm letting them down, I'm letting everyone down," I said sadly.

"No. No, absolutely not Jung Wooyoung. You are not letting anyone down. Please don't think like that," San said quickly. I clenched my eyes closed and shook my head, rolling over so my back was facing San. It was quiet for a few seconds before I heard San shuffling around and he cuddled up to my back, his arm slipping over my waist and his head tucking over my shoulder. I let out a shuddering breath, the thoughts still running through my head but I decided to push them away for now. I should just try to get some sleep and then reality can hit me again tomorrow morning. I relaxed back into San and let out a deep breath.

"Get some sleep Youngie, you've had an exhausting day. I love you so much," San whispered, kissing my cheek softly.

"I love you too," I whispered. San's hug was comforting but I decided being stubborn isn't the way to go and I could do with a bigger hug. I quickly rolled back over and tucked my head into San's chest, allowing him to give me a better bear hug. My ankle started aching slightly but I didn't focus on it and slowly drifted off to sleep.

~~~~~

I woke up slowly to the sound of voices and warmth surrounding me. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing as even as possible so I could listen to what they were saying.

"I don't want to wake him up, he needs to rest. You guys didn't see him last night, he was devastated," San said.

"He was doing pretty good at keeping it together at the hospital and back home but I could tell that he just wanted to curl up and cry," Hongjoong said.

"But even though that is the case, we have to leave in a couple of hours to head to the venue. If we wake Wooyoung up just before that or we don't and he wakes up without us here, he is going to be in a very bad headspace. This is already weighing on him enough right now, he needs time to adjust with us here before we head out," Hongjoong said. Great, not even a day in and I'm already stressing them out.

"I agree with Hongjoong, we should wake him up now," Seonghwa said.

"Fine but go away. I'll wake him up and try to ease him into this," San said and I felt his stroke my hair. I couldn't stop myself from instinctively curling closer and leaning into his hand. Thankfully I'm known to move around in his sleep. I heard the sound of footsteps and then the door closed, leaving the room in silence. It remained like that for a few seconds before I felt San be a bit firmer with his touches, clearly trying to rouse me from my sleep. I played along and shifted slightly, giving a little stretch before I peeled my eyes open. My heart lifted slightly as I saw San propped up on his elbow, watching me with a gentle smile.

"Good morning Young-ah," he whispered. This would usually be enough to make me happy for most of the day but given the circumstances, I don't think so. I gave him a brief weak smile before letting it slip from my face and sitting up. San sighed and sat up as well, slipping his arm around my waist and shuffling closer, delicately resting his chin on my shoulder.

"How're you feeling," he asked me quietly.

"I'm not ok," I said quietly.

"I know," San said with a sigh.

"Then why bother asking," I snapped. I immediately regretted snapping at San. This wasn't his fault, he's just trying to look after me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I know, don't stress about it," San said softly.

"Let's get you up and down to the dining room from breakfast," he said. I sighed and shook my head, laying back down on the bed and curling up.

"Jagiya, you need to get up and have something to eat," San said, tucking my hair behind my ear gently.

"I'm not hungry," I whispered. I wasn't even lying, I feel like if I eat anything I'm going to throw up.

"You still need to get up though," San said.

"I'm tired, I want to sleep more," I replied.

"You were a bit restless last night but you still need to get up for a bit. You can go back to bed before we leave but at least come and let the boys dote on you for a bit," San said.

"I don't need anyone to dote on me San, just let me sleep," I said with a huff.

"Woo please. I know even just a hug from Yeosang would make you feel better," San said.

"San just shut the hell up and piss off, all you're doing is annoying me, you aren't being helpful. You know nothing about what would make me feel better. You aren't the one missing everything. AGAIN," I yelled, as I sat back up. San tried to hide it but I could see the hurt in his eyes. I felt slightly bad but I was too upset and stubborn to apologise. I just want him to get the hint and leave me alone right now. It was quiet for a few seconds before the door swung open and Seonghwa and Hongjoong walked in with frowns on their faces.

"Hyung's it's fine, he's just upset," San said quickly.

"Come on San-ah, you need to come eat," Hongjoong said, waving him over. San sighed before getting up, patting me on the shoulder before he followed Hongjoong out, leaving me with Seonghwa. Seonghwa remained silent but he walked over and picked up my crutches, holding them out to me.

"I don't want to go out," I told him.

"Well you have to ok," Seonghwa said, thrusting the crutches out slightly. Seriously? Fine, I'll go out but I don't have to be all happy and merry about it. I grabbed the crutches and yanked them from Seonghwa's grasp, pushing myself off the bed and tucking them under my armpits. Seonghwa went to say something but I ignored him, moving quickly on the crutches, with little regard of how hard I was smacking them into the floor.

"Wooyoung slow down," Seonghwa called out. Slow down my ass. First I can't do anything on my injured foot and now I'm not allowed to do anything on the other. I made it to the end of the hall but I wasn't paying good enough attention and one crutch got caught on the doorframe, making my trip and fall to the ground with a cry.

"WOOYOUNG."

"YOUNGIE." There was the sound of chairs scraping and then a few seconds later there were hands all over me. I just dropped my head face down on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Guys back off and give him some space," Hongjoong said. I tried to hold back my tears but the frustration of everything was too much and I sniffled as silent tears trailed down my face. Arms were suddenly wrapped around my waist and I was pulled up and shuffled into a sitting position. I didn't resist, just let myself get moved around. Hongjoong was sitting knelt beside me and he put his hand under my chin, lifting it up so I was looking at him.

"Are you crying because you're in pain or because you're just overwhelmed," he asked me. My ankle hurt a little bit but I was more just frustrated and overwhelmed. I didn't reply to Hongjoong, just shook my head and held out my arms. He made a noise of sympathy as he hugged me gently, placing his hand on the back of my head and directing it to his shoulder, allowing me to cry into it. I tried to hold it in but much like last night with San, I burst into sobs.

"Wooyoung, I'm sorry but I really need to know if you've just hurt your ankle more," Hongjoong said. I was still crying but I managed to shake my head.

"You're just upset about everything that has been happening," Hongjoong asked and I nodded.

"Ok, you can just have a good cry if you need to," Hongjoong said, patting my back softly.

"Hyung," Jongho said timidly and I turned my head slightly to peek over at him.

"Would you like a group hug? We'll be very careful of your ankle but I know you love hugs when you're upset," he said. I continued crying but glanced at San, wanting to gauge how he was feeling after how I acted with him but he just seemed to be watching me with concern.

"Can I," I whispered. Everyone reacted immediately and within less than a minute everyone was piled up on the floor in some weird form of like a dog pile. I was still hugging Hongjoong but I had Mingi hugging me from behind, my legs were resting in Yunho's lap, Yeosang was holding my hand and Jongho had his hand resting lightly on my uninjured ankle. Seonghwa and San were huddled around as well but they were too far away.

"Sannie," I whispered, after a few minutes once I had calmed down enough to talk, though I was still crying.

"It's ok, I know you didn't mean it," San said quickly, shooting me a soft smile.

"I didn't, I swear I didn't Sannie. I'm jus-."

"You're having a hard time right now Wooyoung, we all understand that. While it isn't great to lash out all the time, I'm pretty sure we can all agree you get a pass at the moment," San said. I shouldn't. I'm burdening them so much right now, they don't deserve to me being snappy. We were all just sitting there for a while, the boys waiting with me on the floor without complaint. It was more than enough time for me to have calmed down and just been resting. It was actually quite comforting and I was kind of dozing slightly. After a while however, Hongjoong's phone buzzed and he slipped it out of his pocket. I was still cuddled up to his side with my head tucked into his neck so I was able to glance down to see who it was from. It was from our manager.

Manager: Just letting you know I'll be there in 30 minutes. I'll get the livestream set up with Wooyoung and then we'll leave at 12

Right, they all have this stuff to still do while I sit at home doing absolutely nothing.

Hongjoong: Alright, we're just trying to look after Wooyoung at the moment, this has hit him pretty hard

I clutched at Hongjoong's shirt sleeve instinctively at that, hating that I'm yet again putting a burden on them. Hongjoong turned his head around and I tried to look away but I knew I was caught. He shut off his phone and sighed.

"You shouldn't be reading my messages over my shoulder Woo," he said.

"To be fair it was right there," I said quietly, making a few of the others chuckle.

"I thought you were basically asleep," Hongjoong said.

"I'm not but can I please," I whispered.

"You don't want to eat," he asked me. I shook my head quietly.

"Ok, you can get some sleep but I need to talk to you just before you go to sleep alright," he said softly, kissing the top of my head lightly. I started to try to stand up but didn't get very far by myself as Mingi jumped up in the speed of light and was scooping me up into his arms. I was caught off-guard by the action and hastily wrapped my arms around his neck as a giggle slipped out.

"What're you doing," I asked him.

"Carrying my favourite little babygirl to his bed like the princess he is," Mingi said. I couldn't help the soft smile that slipped onto my face and I nuzzled into his neck.

"I thought you were the Princess here," I pointed out as we got into my room.

"There can be more than one Princess," he said with a grin. He went towards my bed but I quickly tapped his shoulder to stop him.

"Can you put me on Sangie's bed please," I asked. San was kind of right when he said being with Yeosang would make me feel a bit better. Mingi gently placed me down on Yeosang's bed, fluffing up my pillow slightly. I smiled softly as he delicately moved me around into a comfortable position, propping my leg up with a pillow. He then bent down and very softly placed a kiss to the side of my hurt ankle.

"Be kind to Wooyo for me," he whispered. The smile slipped off my face in shock at the sweet action. I mean we all know that Mingi is literally the definition of a sweetheart. I don't know why but it was so delicate and I'm already emotional so my eyes welled up with tears. Mingi looked back up to me with a grin but frowned the instant he saw my eyes.

"Oh no, Youngie. What's wrong? Did I put too much pressure on your ankle, I'm so sorry," he rushed out. I sniffled and shook my head, quickly wiping my eyes before opening my arms. He hurried over and hugged me gently.

"It didn't hurt, just shocked me," I whispered.

"Oh. Well I'm glad I didn't hurt you," he said. There was a knock on the door and we pulled apart to see Hongjoong standing there.

"I'll let you two talk," Mingi said. He placed a kiss on my cheek before leaving the room. Hongjoong walked over and sat down on the bed beside me, much like he did at the hospital the night before.

"I know you're tired so I'll be pretty quick ok," he said.

"Yeah, ok," I said with a nod.

"As you may have read over my shoulder, we've organised a livestream that is specifically for you. Manager-nim is going to load it up on my laptop and leave it in the loungeroom if you want to watch. And you don't have to watch it if you don't want to Woo, it's just sitting there alright," Hongjoong said. Right, well that's fun I guess.

"Wait, you're letting me use your laptop," I said with a gasp, making him chuckle.

"Yes Wooyoung, you get the privilege of using my laptop," he said with a nod.

"I feel honoured," I said softly.

"Can I get some sleep now," I asked.

"Yeah Woo, you can get some sleep," Hongjoong replied. He moved over and helped put my blanket over me, even going as far as to tuck it in for me as well. He bent down and kissed me on the top of the head before leaving the room. I tried not to think about the concert the boys were all preparing to go to and closed my eyes, falling into a restless sleep.

~~~~~

When I next woke up, it was already 6pm, meaning the concert was starting. I debated whether or not I should go out and watch it on the livestream. I ended up giving in and slipping off the bed, grabbing the crutches that were propped up on the edge. I hopped out of my room, down the hall and into the kitchen where Hongjoong's computer was sitting. I quickly typed in the password and was immediately met with the livestream. The boys were already on stage and talking to Atiny. It hurt to see that, to see them all out there where I should be but I'm not. I dragged a stool from the side and sat down to watch the livestream. They talked for a little while before they started getting into the songs. I sat on the bench watching for an hour, feeling worse and worse the more I watched. I was itching to be there, to be able to dance or at least sing. They eventually ended up talking to Atiny once again and I fiddled with my fingers to try to calm myself down. I should be talking to them right now, not sitting on my arse in the kitchen.

"Now as I'm sure you've all noticed, our favourite little fox isn't here. Wooyoung has unfortunately had to go on a temporary hiatus to help get proper recovery for his ankle," Hongjoong said. I frowned at that and couldn't stop myself from smashing my hand down onto the bench in frustration.

"We don't want Atiny to be worrying too much because Wooyoungie is ok. He's resting at home now and he'll be back in no time," San spoke up. I'm ok? I'm ok. No I am not ok. Why would he say that? Do they actually think that? HOW THE HELL COULD I BE OK RIGHT NOW!?

I growled in frustration and swiped my hands across the bench, flinging the computer back. I then grabbed the closest thing to me which was a glass and spun around, throwing it at the wall. It shattered on impact and I jumped in shock, my eyes wide as I looked at the glass shards littering the ground. My chest was heaving and I panted as the sudden burst of anger died down. Well, shit. I should probably try to get that cleaned up, or maybe leave it for someone who isn't crippled. I sighed and went to turn back around but froze halfway when my eyes landed on what was sitting on the ground.

"No. No, no, no," I gasped in shock. I pushed myself off the stool and fell to the ground, wincing slightly at the pain but shuffling forwards quickly.

"Fuck, Hongjoong's computer," I whimpered. The screen was completely broken, and the rest of it wasn't looking to great either. I had flung it off the bench and onto floor where it landed and broke. This is Hongjoong's computer, he's going to kill me. Why do I have to keep messing everything up? I raised a shaky hand up to my mouth, covering it as I began to cry. Hongjoong loves that computer, he has so much on that computer and I just ruined it. I reached my free hand out towards the computer and touched it gently before letting out a sob and pulling my hand back. I'm going to be in so much trouble. Once I started crying, I couldn't stop. Everything just keeps on piling up. There really isn't any point in me trying to fix this up, there's nothing I can do. I was still crying but I managed to pull myself to my feet and grab the crutches, going back down the halls quickly. Instead of going into my room though, I quickly went into the parents room. I dumped the crutches on the ground and hopped the last step to the ladder. I wasn't really sure how I was supposed to get up but I really needed to get to Hongjoong's bed. I mean I don't have to but I also felt like I needed to. I grabbed the rail and pulled myself up, choosing to place my knees on the rails to help pull myself up so I wouldn't hurt my ankle more. Once I got to the top I quickly slipped under the covers and curled up into a ball, facing the wall. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, pulling up Hongjoong's contact. My fingers were shaking as I typed out the message.

Me: Hyung I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me

I then sniffled and shut off my phone, laying back down and crying quietly.

Hongjoong's POV

"Come on guys, let's get everything packed up so we can head back home. You've all worked really hard and deserve as good of a nights rest as you can get," I called out to the boys. The concert had ended about 15 minutes ago but we had only just fully gotten out of the atmosphere and calmed down.

"He's right, pack your bags, we're heading out in 30. Make sure you get changed out of your clothes but you can do your makeup back at the dorm," manager-nim said.

"Hyung." I turned around to see San walking over slowly, his shoulders drooped and head dropped slightly. See San is a performer, he goes out and gives 200%, ignoring any and all signs of fatigue from his body but it takes a toll on him and sometimes his after concert drop can be bad. Wooyoung is the one that usually keeps an eye on him. I stepped forwards quickly and wrapped him up into a tight hug. He lightly wrapped his arms around my waist and dropped his head onto my shoulder.

"Come on, let's go get changed," I said softly. I turned so he was curled to my side and slipped my arm around his waist to hold him up.

"He ok? Do you need some help," Yunho asked as we walked past.

"He's alright, I'll look after him," I replied. Yunho nodded and ruffled San's hair before we continued on. I grabbed both of our bags before pulling San into the dressing room and closing the door. I directed him over to one of the tables and helped him sit down. His hands grasped the edge as he hunched forwards, his head bowing down again, his hair matted against his forehead from the sweat.

"You did really well today, really well San-ah," I said as I knelt down in front of him.

"Thanks Hyung," he whispered, a small smile on his face. I quickly opened his bag and pulled out his spare clothes as well as a towel. Thankfully he was wearing a tight fit turtleneck vest that had a zip at the back so he could chill for a bit. I moved back over to him and leant behind him, struggling for a few seconds before I managed to tug the zip down before peeling it from San's body. It's been almost 20 minutes since our last performances and yet San's chest was still heaving.

"Try to take slow deep breaths San, try to relax a bit," I said as I grabbed the towel and started wiping the sweat from his body.

"Sorry, the adrenaline rush just hasn't gone down yet," he said.

"That's ok, you've got nothing to be sorry for. You were outstanding today," I said, tilting his head up and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"I'm so tired Hyung, I think I can sleep for an entire day," San said.

"Yeah, let's finish getting you changed," I said.

"I'm good with the rest, you look after yourself," he said. I glanced over at him before nodding and moving to get myself changed. Once we were both dressed, I grabbed our clothes and we went back out, San considerably more stable than before.

"Hurry up boys, get a move on," I called out. I went back into my bag and grabbed out my phone, choosing to flick through it instead. The first thing I noticed however was the missed message I had from Wooyoung. I opened it up quickly.

Me: Hyung I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me

Wait what? What the hell happened. I quickly stood up and went off to the corner of the room and dialled Wooyoung's number. It rung through and he didn't pick up, making me worry even more. I don't know what happened and why he is apologising to me but whatever it is, it must not be good. I just hope he hasn't done anything that has gotten himself hurt.

"Everyone get your asses in the van now, I don't care if you're ready or not, let's go," I yelled out.

"Hyung just be patient, we're still getting ready," Yunho called out.

"No, we need to leave now. I'm worried about Wooyoung," I said. That immediately got everyone's attention.

"Why? Has something happened," Seonghwa asked.

"I'm probably overreacting but he sent a weird message and I want to get home quickly," I said.

"Alright, let's get going," Seonghwa called out. The boys also hurried and packed their bags, some dressed, some not but we all quickly went out to the van where our driver was already waiting.

"What did he send you," Seonghwa asked me quietly as we were on our way.

"He was apologising for something but I don't know what. I tried to call him but he didn't answer so I'm a little worried. I don't want to jump to conclusions but I'd rather be safe than sorry," I said.

"Yeah, especially considering everything that's going on," Seonghwa said with a nod. It took us half an hour to get back to the dorm and I could tell the others were worried as well as everyone was quite quick to get out of the van. I jogged up to the door and unlocked it, opening it and walking inside with everyone else. It was dark so I flicked on the lights for the hall, the other lights turning on from the motion as we walked in further.

"Wooyoung, you here," I called out but only being met with silence.

"He wouldn't have gone out right? He isn't supposed to be moving around much," Yeosang said.

"Yeah, maybe he's in his room," Mingi said. Yeosang moved off quickly, jogging down the hall and into his room. He came back less than a minute later, shaking his head and looking nervous.

"He isn't there and his bed is made so he hasn't slept in it," Yeosang said quickly.

"He isn't in the living room either," Mingi said.

"Holy shit. Hyung's!" We all quickly hurried over to the kitchen where Jongho called out from. I gasped, as did the others when I saw the glass shattered on the floor, my computer there as well, clearly broken. My stomach dropped but I hurried over and picked up my computer, grabbing Jongho's wrist and tugging him back away from the glass. I looked over the computer to see if it was salvageable but it definitely wasn't.

"Can it be fixed," San asked quietly. I sighed and shook my head.

"No but it's fine, I can just get a new one," I replied, closing it and placing it on the bench.

"What about the music," Seonghwa asked.

"They're backed up at least 3 times, it's not that big of a deal," I replied with a shrug.

"Do you think Wooyoung Hyung knows that," Jongho asked quietly. I frowned and glanced at the glass still on the floor worriedly. I really hope he didn't do anything stupid.

"We need to find him, make sure he didn't get hurt," I said. Everyone immediately disbursed, San bringing out his phone to I assume try call Wooyoung. I checked the bathroom first but he wasn't there so I went to Seonghwa and I's room, hearing the others calling for Wooyoung. I highly doubt he would go to our room but we need to check everywhere. My heart was beginning to race slightly and I was trying not to panic, fearing for my little brothers safety and well-being. I flicked on the light and walked inside, glancing around the room briefly and checking Seonghwa's bed but there was no sign of him. I sighed and turned back around to leave.

"Hyungie." I spun around in an instant at the soft voice, scanning quickly. I still couldn't see him but I glanced up at my bed, finally seeing his head peaking through the rails. His eyes were wide and red, obvious tear tracks on his face even with the blanket half covering him. I quickly poked my head out the door.

"I've found him, he's ok. You guys get ready for bed," I called out before going back inside. I quickly put down my stuff and moved over to the bunk, climbing up quickly. Wooyoung whined and curled up in a ball, making me sigh. I was very careful with how I moved around, paying rapt attention to his ankle to make sure I didn't accidentally knock it. I slowly laid down beside him on my side, facing him. His eyes were watering and his hands were nervously playing with his shirt collar.

"You ok," I asked softly. He whimpered and shook his head as I few tears slipped down his face.

"I'm so sorry Hyung," he cried.

"Hey, no, no, no. It's ok," I said softly, gently pulling him into my arms.

"I'm sorry Hyung, I just got angry and then I flung it. I didn't mean to break it, I didn't even register," he said. Ok, so he must've gotten emotional and let off steam by throwing things in anger.

"Wooyoung please don't stress about this. I'm just going to tell you straight up, I don't give a shit that you broke my computer. Everything on there is backed up and I can get another computer but even if that wasn't the case, I'm just glad you're ok," I whispered, brushing his hair back softly.

"I was worried something happened to you, that you got hurt so I'm very happy that isn't the case. Any old computer can be replaced, my favourite little brother can't," I whispered. Now that I know he isn't hurt, I just want to try to cheer him up a little bit.

"I'm your favourite," he whispered. I smiled softly and nodded, kissing his nose softly.

"Don't tell the others," I said with a wink. He sniffled but nodded, shuffling closer to me. I quickly wrapped him up in a proper hug, allowing him to rest against my chest.

"You guys performed well," he whispered. My heart broke at the compliment despite the obvious pain in his voice.

"I love you," I whispered, kissing the top of his head.

"Love you too Hyung," he said quietly.

"Do you want to stay here and cuddle with me tonight? Or I can go sleep on the couch an-."

"Stay please Joongie Hyung," he whispered.

"Ok, I'll stay," I said with a nod. We were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and I lifted my head to see Seonghwa walk in. He smiled softly and walked over, standing on his bed and peaking over to see Wooyoung. Wooyoung glanced over and Seonghwa smiled softly.

"Hi beautiful," he said.

"M'not beautiful-."

"You're gorgeous Wooyoung, don't talk down on yourself," Seonghwa cut in immediately before I had the chance to speak up.

"You get a good sleep Woo, just relax," Seonghwa said. Wooyoung nodded quickly before curling back up against my chest.

"Good night," I whispered. Seonghwa dropped back down and went over, turning off the light. I held Wooyoung tighter and rested my cheek against the top of his head. I let my eyes slipped closed and fell asleep to the sound of Wooyoung's breathing.

2 Days Later

"Is everyone packed? We need to leave in 20 minutes so make sure you are," I yelled out as I finished zipping up my suitcase. The hardest thing about being the leader is definitely trying to get everyone organised for trips.

"Hyung, can we talk," I glanced up to see Yeosang standing in the doorway looking troubled.

"Yeah, what's up," I asked him. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Seonghwa was already packed and ready early so he went out with Wooyoung to get some icecream before we leave. I went and leaned back against my desk, waiting for him to continue. He seemed nervous before taking a deep breath.

"Why didn't you talk to manager-nim about Wooyoung," he asked.

"What about him? Did something happen," I asked in confusion.

"Hyung we're going to Japan for a week to perform three concerts," he said.

"I'm aware of that Sangie," I said with a nod.

"Yeah, you're aware? Are you aware of the fact that we're leaving Wooyoung behind by himself," Yeosang said. I was caught off-guard by his tone as Yeosang is usually very level-headed.

"I did talk to manager-nim about it but he isn't allowed to come. He needs to rest," I explained.

"And that's it? You just left it at that," he asked me.

"He's hurt Yeosang, you know he can't perform," I said.

"I'm not saying he should perform Hongjoong Hyung, I'm saying he should still be coming. We are leaving him alone for a week when he's already missing out doing what he loves," Yeosang said. Trust me, I made the same argument to our manager but it didn't work.

"I know Yeosang. I tried but they wouldn't budge," I said.

"But you just left it at that? How could you not push for him to come. You're the leader, you're supposed to look after him," Yeosang yelled. My stomach dropped at that. Am I really that bad of a leader? Yeosang never gets angry so it must be me.

"Yeo, I promise I tried," I said softly. I really did, but I also think Wooyoung coming would be cruel. It's a no win situation.

"Well you didn't try hard enough," he spat before turning and leaving. I was left frozen in my room, my hands shaking and my breathing quickening. Yeosang never gets angry which means this is bad, that I messed up bad. I try so hard as the leader to look after my members but sometimes it just isn't enough. It's times likes this where I feel horrible for not doing enough. The Wooyoung situation has been hard enough as it is. I sighed and walked back, sitting down on the edge of Seonghwa's bed and dropping my head into my hands. I don't like showing weakness in front of the others but I'm alone right now and this has just been so stressful. I let out a small sniffle before the tears started falling and I was just crying quietly to myself. I wasn't crying for too long before the door reopened and I quickly wiped my eyes, plastering a smile on my face as I looked up. Jongho paused in the doorway, shifting slightly and seeming nervous. I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong but before I could, he closed the door and walked inside, sitting beside me. I was confused as to what he was doing but was caught completely off-guard when he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Jongho like, never hugs anyone and on the odd occasion that he does, it's like being hugged by an overgrown cuddly bear. I'm not big on hugs either unless the boys are upset, or I am. I let out a breath and leaned into the hug, confused but grateful.

"Hyung, you're a great leader. We wouldn't be ATEEZ without you and we wouldn't have gotten this far without you. You're doing so well with looking after Wooyoung Hyung at the moment, Yeosang Hyung is just worried about his best friend," he told me. I squeezed my eyes closed at that, feeling relieved but also a little sceptical.

"A-Are you sure," I whispered.

"Positive Hyung. Yeosang Hyung felt bad as soon as he left but he's too scared to come back in and apologise," Jongho replied. I sighed but nodded, knowing Yeosang is generally quiet and the outburst was out of the ordinary.

"I'm going to check in on him. Is he in your room," I asked. Jongho nodded so I stood up and left the room, heading to their room. When I walked inside Yeosang was pacing around but he stopped when he saw me. His eyes scanned over my face before his dropped.

"I made you cry. Hyung I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said," Yeosang rushed out. I just sighed and walked over to him, patting the back of his head softly.

"I know, we're all just really on edge at the moment aren't we," I said softly. He nodded and gave me a brief gentle hug before stepping back.

"We'll get through this. It's just a week, Wooyoungie is going to be fine," I said quietly.

Wooyoung's POV

It's been two days since the boys left and I would like to say that I've been handling it well but I really haven't. I've been staying in bed all day, the only time I leave is to go to the toilet. I haven't eaten once in those two days and I'm starting to feel it but I just pushed the feeling back. I used to go on diet where I wouldn't eat much so this isn't too uncomfortable for me. It's been a while since I have dieted so this might actually be a good thing, I can lose some weight. That way I'm not just being completely useless. I heard a buzzing sound and I sighed, rolling over and grabbing my phone, answering it and putting it to my ear.

"Hi Sannie," I said softly.

"Hey, I didn't wake you didn't I," he asked.

"No, I was already awake," I replied.

"Have you been sleeping well? I know you sometimes struggle sleeping alone," San said softly. I curled up at the sound of his voice and felt my eyes well up with tears.

"I've been sleeping really well," I lied.

"That's good, I'm so glad. I've been worrying about you a lot, I really miss you," San said with a sigh.

"Yeah, I miss you too," I replied truthfully.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too Sannie," I said with a sigh.

"Make sure you look after yourself, we'll be back in 5 days alright," he told me.

"Ok," I said quietly before hanging up the phone. I then just discarded the phone off to the side, closing my eyes.

I drifted in and out of a restless sleep until I heard a knock on the front door. I was caught off-guard because there wasn't supposed to be anyone hear but I guessed that one of our staff must've come to check in. I sighed and finally hauled myself off my bed, grabbing the crutches and slowly making my way to the front door. I grabbed the handle and opened the door, finding someone I wasn't expecting.

"Jagiya," I gasped out, stumbling forwards and dropping my crutches. Thankfully he was used to my antics and caught me quickly, holding me up and hugging me tightly.

"Hi Wooyoungie," he whispered, rubbing my back gently.

"I heard you've been having some trouble with your ankle, thought you might need some company," he whispered.

"I don't need company, I'm alright," I said.

"You aren't alright Young-ah but let's go inside first," he said. He bent down and grabbed my crutches for me before helping me back inside. I went over to the loungeroom and sat down on the couch, Changbin sitting next down next to me.

"I want you to be honest with me Wooyoung. How much have you eaten in the past few days," he asked me.

"A bit," I said quietly.

"Wooyoungie, no. Woo, you can't just not eat. That is so unhealthy," Changbin said with a frown.

"I just haven't been hungry," I said quietly, squirming at the way he was analysing me. Changbin is one of those people who can read me really well, making it almost impossible for me to hide things from him.

"Well you are going to eat something proper today. Have you showered," he asked. I just stayed silent and he sighed at that.

"Come on, let's get you to the shower," he said, standing up.

"I can't shower Binnie, it's too hard with my ankle," I said.

"I'll draw up a bath for you and help you but you need to have one. It's really not good for your mental health to be drawing in on yourself like this," Changbin said. I sighed but nodded.

"Ok," I whispered. Changbin helped me up and brought me over to the bathroom, letting me rest on the toilet while he started filling up the bathtub. Once it was filled, he helped me get undressed and into the bathtub, making sure I didn't slip or fall. Changbin, Yeonjun and I have all seeing each other undressed so this wasn't anything new or uncomfortable. Once I was in, I leaned back against the tub and Changbin sat beside it.

"Changbin," I whispered after a few minutes of silence. He hummed in reply and reached forwards, brushing my hair back.

"I think I was doing it deliberately," I said quietly. He glanced over at me but didn't say anything, allowing me to continue.

"I feel useless and I hate feeling useless. I am stuck not being able to do anything and it feels like, it feels like I have nothing, like I, like-."

"Like you have no control," Changbin finished softly. I sniffled but nodded.

"I hate feeling like this," I whispered as a tear trailed down my cheek.

"Oh Youngie," Changbin said softly. He quickly moved so he was sitting on the edge of the tub and tapped his thigh. I shuffled around before I leant over and rested my cheek on his thigh. His hand came up and rested on my head, brushing through my hair.

"I'm sorry that you're going through this but you aren't alone ok," Changbin said. I sniffled but nodded against his thigh.

"I actually got a call from San. He was worried about you and wanted me to check in. I'm glad he did," he said.

"San's always worried about me," I whispered.

"He cares, a lot," Changbin said with a nod.

~~~~~

Once I finished bathing and getting dressed, Changbin took me over to the kitchen and made me some fried rice for me, placing it in front of me. I grabbed it and started eating quickly, realising just how hungry I was.

"Wooyoung, if you start feeling like you shouldn't eat again, please try to call someone. I don't care who it is, just give someone a call and talk to them alright," Changbin said. I paused in my eating to nod before continuing on.

"Wooyoung, there's another thing," Changbin said softly.

"Yeah, what is it," I asked, glancing up at him. He walked over to me quickly and grabbed my hand, looking at me seriously.

"You're gorgeous Woo, you're doing so well right now. You don't need to diet to try to be thinner. Your weight is absolutely perfect," he said firmly. I smiled softly and pulled him in for a gentle hug.

"Thanks Changbinnie," I whispered.

"Of course, you're one of my best friends Wooyoung, I just want to make sure you're ok," he replied. I let out a breath and held him tighter, knowing I needed the comfort.

~~~~~

I lasted the next three days before things started going downhill again. I had watched one of their concerts and it made me sad and frustrated. I was stupid and decided I wanted to try and dance for a bit. I had set up the loungeroom and got all the way to getting the music ready when I caught myself. I can't do this, I can't get myself hurt more. I groaned in frustration and sat back down on the couch, dropping my head into my hands. Every part of me was itching to get up and dance, to perform but I can't do that. I grabbed one of my crutches and had the urge to throw it but I learnt from last time. I ended up just sitting there on the couch for a few hours, doing nothing as usual. God, I'm going to be so out of shape when I go back and I'm going to be so overweight. I've done so much to lose weight and now it's just going to going down the drain.

I glanced towards the kitchen where I would need to be in a bit to make myself some dinner and I frowned. I ate breakfast, I don't really need to have dinner. Plus sticking to one meal a day might help me not gain as mu-. Oh. Maybe I should give someone a call. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialled San's number. I'm not even sure if he'll be available but it's worth a shot.

"Hey Youngie, how's everything going," he said when he answered. I let out a breath of relief at the sound of his voice, meaning he picked up. There was a lot of noise in the background which means he might be out.

"Hi Sannie," I said quietly, curling up on the couch.

"You doing ok? You seem a little quiet," he said.

"I'm fine," I said quietly. There was the sound of shuffling and the noise getting quieter before I heard what sounded like a door closing and it was quiet.

"Talk to me Wooyoung, what's going on," he said. I was quiet for a few seconds, gathering my thoughts. I don't want to worry him too much but I do need to talk to him.

"Changbin said I should call," I said slowly.

"You talked to Changbin again today," he asked me.

"No. When he was over he said I needed to call someone if I started to think about not eating again," I said quietly. I heard the sound of San sucking in a breath and a quiet curse.

"Why are you thinking about not eating," he asked. I shrugged and clenched my free hand in my pants nervously.

"I'm not doing anything San, I'm being so lazy. I'm going to gain so much weight so I should just cut down on what I'm eating. I promise it won't be anything bad, just a little diet," I explained quickly.

"By diet, what are you thinking about," San asked quietly.

"Nothing too bad," I replied quickly.

"Wooyoung."

"Just one meal a day, that's all. Although you guys get back in a couple of days, maybe just eating the occasional snack would be good," I said, trailing off to myself in the end.

"Woo, can we please video call." I blinked back into focus at San's reply, half forgetting I was on the phone to him.

"Oh, yeah, ok," I said. I pulled my phone down and clicked the video function, a few seconds later seeing San's face pop into view. He was sitting on a bed in his hotel room, a hood on and a worried look on his face.

"Hi baby," he said, a soft smile flitting onto his face.

"Hi," I replied quietly.

"Hey listen, can you do me a favour," he asked.

"Yeah, what's up," I asked him.

"I'm kind of hungry to I'm going to order myself some sushi but I don't want to eat alone. Why don't you order some for yourself and we can eat together," he said.

"Sannie you're in Japan, that's not exactly together," I pointed out.

"I know, but I miss you so can we please just have dinner together," he asked me.

"Fine, I'll order some sushi. Wouldn't you rather being doing stuff with the others though," I asked him.

"Nope, just wanna hang with you for a bit," he said. We both quickly ordered our food before we continued talking while waiting.

"How did the concerts go," I asked quietly.

"They were fine but they weren't complete, we didn't have you there," he said.

"I wish I was there," I said.

"I wish you were here to but I also much rather you recover first and then come back stronger than ever," he said.

"You guys still have another two days, are you going to have fun," I asked him.

"We've finished the concerts Youngie, the next two days is just meant to be doing stuff around Japan," San said.

"I miss you San-ah," I whispered.

"I miss you too, we all do. But don't worry, we'll be home soon alright," San said softly. I watched as he leant back in his bed, changing, holding his phone up higher. There was knock at the front door so I put the phone down and hopped over, taking the sushi from the delivery man and giving him a tip before heading back. A few minutes later, San's got delivered as well.

"Let's eat shall we," San said, opening up his food and popping a piece into his mouth. I slowly opened mine and picked up a piece in the chopsticks, glancing over it.

"Eat it Wooyoung, don't just look at it," San said.

"But I was going to-. Oh wait, this is why I called you," I said, startling in surprise.

"Yeah, so please eat before you start giving me grey hairs from stress," San said. I chuckled lightly but popped the sushi piece into my mouth. It tasted nice and chatting with San kept me calm and relaxed and before I knew it, I had finished all of the sushi.

"You're done? Good job Youngie, you've done well," San said softly. I smiled softly at that, my heart soaring at the praise, even though I did basically nothing.

"You should get some sleep Woo, it's late," San said.

"Ok, but can you stay on the phone with me please," I asked him.

"Of course, you just get to bed first and I'll be waiting," San said. Once I was ready, I laid down in bed and held my phone beside me, watching as San laid down as well.

"Get some sleep Wooyoung, we'll be back before you know it," San whispered.

"You've still got two days but I'll see you after," I said quietly.

"I love you Jagiya," he said.

"Love you too." Two more days, and then they get back.

~~~~~

I woke up to a warmth surrounding me and I was confused and slightly disorientated. When I looked towards the window, I saw that the sun was shining, peaking through the curtains which means it was alright midday most likely. It's not uncommon for me to be sleeping this late lately but what was uncommon, was the warmth around me. I was confused and looked down, shocked to see the sleeping bodies around me.

San was behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. Yeosang was in front of me, my head originally leaning against his chest. Jongho's bed had been pushed up against mine and he was asleep behind Yeosang, his hand holding mine. The weigh on my stomach came from Yunho who was laying across Jongho and Yeosang with his head resting there. Seonghwa was sleeping laying across like Yunho, his head resting on San's legs and my hurt leg resting over his body with his hand resting on my thigh. Mingi was laying next to Seonghwa, his hand reaching over and resting on my leg as well. Hongjoong, he was squished between San and the wall, his arm draped over the youngers waist to rest on mine.

They were here, in South Korea, in our dorm. They weren't supposed to be back for another day at least and yet here they were, curled up with me in bed. My heart felt warm at the obvious displays of affection and protection from them.

"Guys, wake up. Wake up," I said, shaking my body which alerted all of them, given they were each touching me in some way. One by one their heads popped up, though they were all tangled up with each other.

"Morning Youngie," Mingi said with his deep morning voice. Though Mingi's voice is generally always deep.

"Good morning. What the hell are you all doing here though, I thought you were in Japan," I said.

"San said you needed us," Seonghwa said quietly.

"I mean, it wasn't anything bad. You guys didn't need to come back," I said.

"If you need us, we'll be here. If any of us need the others, we would all drop everything to make sure we're ok Hyung," Jongho said. I smiled softly and curled up to Yeosang's chest.

"We're here to make sure you don't do something stupid and hurt your ankle more, and that you're eating properly," Hongjoong said.

"San-ah," I whined. He really can't keep a secret can he, though I didn't exactly ask him to.

"I was worried about you," San said.

"We were all worried Wooyoung, we just needed an excuse to come back. We did all the concerts anyway," Mingi said.

"I hate being hurt and not being able to do anything," I whispered.

"We know. It's always hard to be sitting out from schedules," Seonghwa said softly.

"It really sucked when I went on my hiatus but I got through it and it really was something that I needed to do. You're going to be out for a month but then you'll be so much better," Mingi said.

"Plus you're almost halfway through, you can make it," Yeosang said softly.

"I've also managed to pull a few strings. As long as you stay off your ankle completely and walk with the crutches, you can come places with us. When we practice you can come and watch or you can come and practice other things, singing, do some english lessons or something," Hongjoong told me.

"Wait, seriously? I don't have to stay at home the whole time," I asked, perking up.

"Yeah, you won't be stuck here. We'll feel better keeping an eye on you anyway," Yunho said, patting my stomach softly.

"I don't need to be babysat," I said with a pout.

"We're not babysitting you. We just want you safe," Jongho said.

"Wait a minute. Does that mean I get to annoy you guys all day," I asked with a grin.

"Well I wouldn't go that far," Hongjoong said.

"You can have all the cuddles you want, whenever you want. Until you're all better, you get to relax and get away with everything," San whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek. I smiled happily, and turned slightly, curling up against him.

"Thank you Hyung," I said, glancing over at Hongjoong.

"Don't thank me, thank Yeosang. He talked some sense into me, pointed out I wasn't pushing hard enough," Hongjoong said slightly. I frowned at that and glanced at Yeosang who looked guilty before looking back at Hongjoong.

"Hongjoong Hyung, you know that's not true right. You are the best leader we could ever ask for and you are always sticking your neck out to protect us and give us the best opportunities we can get. Without our Captain, there would be no ATEEZ," I said firmly. Hongjoong's eyes softened and he smiled gently.

"I appreciate that Woo, but I needed the wake up call in this instance," he said.

"So what's on the agenda for today," I asked. I mean they were supposed to be in Japan, not here so obviously the plans would have changed.

"For today, we're all going to be relaxing. Starting with everyone sleeping for another few hours," Hongjoong said. I grinned at that and nodded, snuggling down.

"I can live with that," I said. Everyone immediately went back to cuddling, Jongho squeezing my hand softly. They were all around me, keeping me safe and warm and I felt so loved.

I may be injured and it may seem like the worst thing in the world, like I'm useless and can't do anything right now. But ATEEZ is my family, and they're always going to be there for me and make sure I'm doing ok. I'll get through this, because I'll have them by my side. 

A/N

Thank you everyone for reading!

Let me know what your favourite parts were, I'm eager to hear.

This was inspired by Wooyoung's injury at the moment which I'm sure you guys would've guessed. Let's hope Wooyoung can recover well and be back before he knows it.