SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

Jeonghan | Hypothermia

Jeonghan's POV

The icy wind sliced through the air, making me shiver as we gathered for the photoshoot. We had planned this winter-themed concept for months, but I hadn't anticipated how frigid it would actually be. My breath came out in visible puffs, swirling around me like a cloud.

"Alright, everyone! Let's get into position!" our photographer shouted, his voice barely audible over the howling wind.

I glanced at the other members. They were bundled up in layers, but I only had on a thin jacket that did little to shield me from the chill. I felt the cold seeping in, wrapping around me like an unwelcome embrace.

"Jeonghan, you good?" Joshua asked, noticing my shivering.

"Yeah, just a little cold," I replied, forcing a smile. "We can do this!"

"Are you sure? You look a bit pale," he said, concern etching his features.

I waved him off. "I'm fine! Let's focus on the shoot."

As we posed, I tried to concentrate on my expressions, but the cold was becoming harder to ignore. Every click of the camera seemed to pull me deeper into a frigid fog. I could hear the others chatting, laughing, trying to make the best of the situation.

"Why did we think winter photos would be a good idea?" Woozi said, rubbing his arms.

"Because it's aesthetic!" Mingyu shot back, his smile bright despite the weather. "Besides, we look good hyung!"

"Just wait until we get hot chocolate afterward!" Seungkwan chimed in. "I'm already dreaming of it."

Their enthusiasm was contagious, but I felt myself drifting further away, both mentally and physically. I could see the concern in their eyes, but I didn't want to worry them. I kept my distance, forcing myself to keep up.

"Alright, let's try something new!" the photographer called, and we shifted positions again. My body trembled uncontrollably now, and I clenched my jaw, willing myself to stay upright.

"Jeonghan, move a bit to the left!" our stylist shouted.

I complied, but my legs felt like lead. "Just a bit longer," I whispered to myself.

A few more poses, and then I felt it-the wave of dizziness crashing over me. My vision blurred, and I stumbled slightly, catching myself against a nearby prop.

"Hey! Jeonghan hyung!" DK exclaimed, rushing over. "Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine!" I lied, but I could hear the worry in my voice. The truth was creeping in like the cold, and I fought against it.

"Let's take a break hyung," Seungkwan suggested, glancing at me with concern.

"No, we need to keep going! We're almost done!" I insisted. "I can handle it."

The others exchanged worried glances, but they nodded, probably because they knew I wouldn't back down. We resumed the shoot, but my body was giving in. I felt myself shaking, the world around me beginning to spin.

"Hyung, you're not looking so good," Woozi said quietly, stepping closer. "Seriously, just tell us if you need to sit out."

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, a wave of weakness crashed over me. I felt my legs give way, and before I could even register what was happening, I collapsed to the ground.

"Jeonghan!" "Hyung!" The chorus of voices erupted around me. I barely registered the chaos as I fought to stay conscious. The world grew darker, the cold enveloping me like a heavy blanket.