Stray Kids Sickfic

Seungmin - Sensory Overload

Finally back at requests!!

@La_Rosaa_ requested for a Seungmin sensory overload. Sorry it took so long. Hope you enjoy! 

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Attending the Met Gala was a dream come true. Or at least it should be. There's no reason that literally the biggest gathering of celebrities in the US for something as grand as the Met Gala should be anything less than a dream come true. There's lots of flashy lights. Fancy decorations. Loud music. Cameras. People. Voices. Colors. Flashes. Everything. 

Maybe that's why Seungmin hated it. 

He wouldn't say he was chronically introverted - and even if he did say he was, he'd never say that was a bad thing. Society needed introverts like him and Minho hiding over by the fondue table. And society needed extroverts like Chan and Changbin arm wrestling with literal Thor. Or Felix politely greeting Jennie. There was a need for both kinds of people. 

No, it wasn't introverted Seungmin that was making him hate the party - introverted Seungmin would have been able to handle a simple gathering like this (be it not so simple since it's in fact the Met Gala). Something else was making him avoid the crowd, making him duck behind the fondue fountain when someone approached, making him flinch when Minho so much as brushed up against him. 

"Parties suck." Minho sighed at some point, glaring around at everyone nearby. No one seemed to be paying them much attention - likely how the dancer got away with his cold stare. "I'd have much preferred to go to a cafe and drink a tea or something quiet and peaceful. Like a cat cafe. Cats don't ask you "are you enjoying the evening?" every time they come up to you. And for that, they have far exceeded humans." 

Seungmin would have laughed - some part of high society was rubbing off on the older member in his speech - but he also felt like he was choking on the perfume that was lingering heavily in the air. 

"I wonder when we can leave..." Minho continued, glancing around in search of a clock. 

"Soon. Hopefully." Seungmin sighed, sticking his hands deep in his pockets. They scratched his skin though and he took them out immediately. His eyes darted around, feigning a search for a clock as well though in reality he was looking for anything that wasn't bright, flashy, or moving. Nothing. His shoes were his best bet, and he ended up staring at the ground. The ground was safe. No eyes, lights, or movement came from cement. Cement was Seungmin's new best friend.

But cement couldn't block out the sound of a million conversations. The noise grated on his ears, making his head feel full and heavy. He wanted to plug his ears, but he was sure if he did, then someone would notice and there'd be something online about him being rude and antisocial. No. He was fine. This was fine. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine. 

The hand on his shoulder made him jolt, it was way too much for his brain to handle while he was busy trying to tune out all the noise, the flashing lights, the heavy scent of perfume, and the feeling of his skin tingling under his suit. It was the tipping point, the straw that broke the camel's back, or just that final piece to complete a horrible puzzle of cacophony and chaos. 

"Don't touch me." He snapped, though it wasn't more than a gasp. 

"Are you alright?" Minho voice barely filtered in over the noise. It was weird. It sounded concerned. But Seungmin's brain couldn't process it over the sound of a million other things trying to take precedence. 

"Don't touch me." He repeated, backing up away from the dancer. His skin was crawling, a ripple running through his body from where Minho's hand had once been placed. He wasn't the biggest fan of skinship in the group - but he'd never despised it. It was kind of in the job description to be in Stray Kids. But now? No. No. His body rejected it viscerally. "Don't touch me. Don't. Please." He clenched his jaw, the rush of blood in his ears drowning out the other noises for a moment. But it hurt the muscles in his cheeks, and he couldn't hold the position for long, soon exposing himself to the cacophony that was the Met Gala.