Stray Kids | Sickfics

Unseen | Jeongin

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a/n:

-tw: fainting

-requested by: jakiskpopstan

-hope you'll like it!

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Jeongin's pov

The day had dragged on like an endless loop, filled with rehearsals, vocal drills, and endless discussions about our upcoming concert. The excitement was palpable, but beneath that excitement lay a suffocating pressure. The warm glow of the dining room lights felt too bright, almost blinding, and the delicious aroma of dinner wafting through the air made my stomach twist uncomfortably.

Everyone around me was engaged, their voices weaving together into a comforting hum, but I felt like an outsider peering in through a glass wall. Hyunjin animatedly recounted a funny story about a mishap during practice, and the others erupted into laughter. I wanted to join in, to feel the joy radiating around the table, but the knot tightening in my stomach held me hostage.

No one seemed to notice that I hadn't eaten a single bite. Maybe that was for the best; I wouldn't want to worry them more than I already had. After all, they were busy, and I should feel lucky to have such a supportive family.

As dinner wrapped up, Chan's voice echoed over the table, "Hey, how about we watch a movie? It'll be a nice break after all that practice!" The energy in the room shifted, everyone buzzing with anticipation. But as they broke into cheerful chatter about what movie to watch, I felt an overwhelming urge to escape. I felt fatigue creeping in, and I needed air—space to breathe and calm the storm swirling in my chest.

"I'll just... uh, freshen up," I mumbled, pushing my chair back. A wave of guilt washed over me as I saw the momentary frown on Chan's face, but he nodded, clearly understanding.

Once I got to my room, I closed the door behind me and sank against it for a moment, exhaling deeply. The quiet of my room was a stark contrast to the chaos outside, and I welcomed it. I kicked off my shoes and moved to the window, staring out at the night sky. The moon hung high above, casting a silvery light across the room. I wished for a moment I could disappear into that sky, float above all the expectations and pressures.

Thought after thought bombarded me. I reminded myself that this band, this family, was my dream, but lately, it felt overwhelmingly suffocating. I needed to be perfect—an ideal I was convinced I could achieve if only I could push a little harder, practice a little longer. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the storm brewing within me.

But the more I tried to quell those feelings, the more they intensified. My heart raced and the dizziness returned, but this time it felt stronger. I staggered back to my bed, my hands trembling slightly as I let myself fall onto the mattress. I drew my knees up and closed my eyes, hoping to will away the nausea. "Just breathe, Jeongin," I whispered to myself, but the moment I took a breath, everything spiraled.

The darkness crept in, and before I realized what happened, I fainted, feeling the weight of the world press down on me all at once.

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Felix's pov

"I'm telling you, action movies are the best! Nothing beats the thrill of a high-speed chase!"

"Thrill? More like a headache!" Jisung shot back, nudging Changbin playfully. "Romantic comedies have heart! They're relatable and make you laugh and cry. How can you not appreciate that?"