DINO / LEE CHAN ONESHOTS [✓]

77.

Requested By: illovemk 🪼

During the 'Wait' era, Dino juggles both his personal and group schedules, leaving him completely drained.

For two weeks, he barely sleeps or eats, running from one commitment to another. His exhaustion starts to show during dance practices, where he repeatedly misses steps. His members notice but don't say anything, assuming he'll manage.

The day before a major concert, his manager and the health team beg him to rest, concerned for his wellbeing. Dino, determined not to let anyone down, stubbornly refuses.

The night of the concert, Dino performs with the group, pushing himself past his limits. Mid-performance, his body gives out. He collapses on stage, suffering a heart stroke from the overwhelming exhaustion.

The buzzing of his phone barely registered as Dino stumbled through the practice room, his feet dragging with every step.

His vision blurred slightly, and he blinked rapidly, trying to focus on the choreography in front of him. Sweat clung to his forehead, dampening his hair as his breath came in short, ragged gasps.

It had been two weeks, two long weeks, of barely any sleep, quick meals that barely counted as food, and constant movement from one obligation to the next.

"Five, six, seven, eight!"

The choreographer's voice rang out, but it felt distant, almost muffled.

Dino missed the beat again, his legs moving too late. His body simply wasn't reacting fast enough.

He stumbled, barely catching himself before falling, and forced his body back into motion, pretending it hadn't happened.

But he could feel the weight of eyes on him, his fellow members, the choreographer, the staff. They had to have noticed by now, but no one said anything.

He appreciated their silence, even though deep down, he wished someone would pull him aside and ask if he was okay.

But that wasn't going to happen. Not now.

"Let's run it again!"

Dino called out suddenly, cutting through the chatter as the group took a short break. The words were out before he could stop himself.

"Dino, maybe we should -"

Seungkwan started, but Dino shook his head quickly.

"I'm fine,"

Dino interrupted, forcing a smile that felt all wrong on his exhausted face.

"We have to nail this. The concert is tomorrow."

His voice sounded hollow, but no one pushed back. There was too much at stake.

As the music restarted, Dino gritted his teeth and pushed harder, trying to force his sluggish body to cooperate.