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Chenle nct dream - hypersensitivity

1000 words.

NCT Dream's comeback preparation was in full swing, and the atmosphere was intense. Every day, the practice room seemed louder and busier, with relentless music, flashing lights, and the buzz of excitement and nerves among the members. For Chenle, the excitement was real — he loved the thrill of performing and the anticipation of new stages — but the intense environment was taking its toll on him in ways that others couldn't always see.

Chenle's hypersensitivity made him experience everything a little more vividly. While the loud music and lights that came with practice were stimulating for everyone, for Chenle, they were almost overwhelming. Every beat of the bass felt sharper, every shout and laugh louder, and the rehearsal lights seemed even brighter, almost blinding him at times.

In the beginning, Chenle had tried to push through. He thought maybe he'd adjust, maybe his senses would numb to the noise and light. But as the days went on, he found himself growing more and more drained, each practice leaving him feeling overstimulated and exhausted.

One night, Chenle sat in the corner of the practice room, hugging his knees to his chest while the others took a break. He felt his heartbeat thudding in his ears, the noise and lights blending together, pressing in on him from all sides. His eyes drifted over to the mirror where he noticed his own tired reflection. It was then he realized just how worn out he looked.

He pulled out his favorite hoodie from his bag, slipping it over his head, and wrapped the sleeves around himself tightly. The hoodie was familiar, soft, and comforting — it was like a small shield against the chaos surrounding him. He let out a deep breath, feeling a little more grounded in its warmth.

"Chenle, you okay?" Jisung's voice cut through the noise, a gentle concern in his tone. Chenle looked up, nodding quickly, though he knew he probably didn't look fine.

"Yeah, just a little tired," he replied, trying to smile, though the words felt inadequate. How could he explain that he wasn't just tired? That every sound and flash of light seemed to dig under his skin, making it hard to focus, hard to relax?

But Jisung didn't push, just sat beside him, offering silent support. Sometimes Chenle wished he could just switch off the way he felt everything so intensely, just for a while, just to make things easier. But since that wasn't an option, he took comfort in Jisung's quiet presence and his hoodie's familiar fabric.

The next day, the same intensity filled the room. They were practicing the choreography full-out, and their choreographer kept calling for another round, then another. As the music blared through the speakers, Chenle did his best to keep up, though each beat seemed to grow louder, reverberating in his skull. The flashing lights they'd set up to mimic the stage felt like they were burning his eyes, and he could feel his patience fraying.

When they finally stopped for a break, Chenle slipped into a quieter corner, his hoodie pulled up around his face. He didn't want the others to worry or think he couldn't handle it, but it was clear he was struggling. He closed his eyes, blocking out the light and sound as best he could, focusing on the soft fabric against his skin to keep himself grounded.

Renjun noticed and walked over, sitting down next to him without saying a word. He seemed to understand that Chenle needed a moment and didn't push him to talk, just placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

When the break was over, Chenle took a deep breath and pushed himself to rejoin the others. But every sound still felt sharper, every flash of light more intense. As they continued dancing, he started losing track, his movements slowing down as the sensory overload muddied his concentration. It was like he was trying to move through water, each step heavier than the last.

"Chenle!" Haechan called out, noticing that he'd missed a beat. Chenle snapped back into focus, nodding quickly in apology, though he knew he couldn't keep going like this much longer.

Finally, their manager called for a longer break, sensing the exhaustion in the room. Chenle, relieved, took the opportunity to step outside for a moment, where the air was cool and quiet. He leaned against the wall, his hoodie pulled tightly around him as he took a few deep breaths.

A few minutes later, Jaemin came out to check on him. "Hey, you need anything? I noticed you've been quieter than usual."

Chenle hesitated, then shook his head. "It's just... the lights and the sound, they're getting a little much for me." He looked down, feeling a little self-conscious. "I know it's silly. I'm used to it, but right now... it's harder to handle."

Jaemin nodded, understanding. "It's not silly at all. Everyone gets overwhelmed in different ways, and you've been working just as hard as the rest of us." He gave Chenle a gentle smile. "How about I tell the team to keep the lights down and turn the volume down a bit? I'm sure they'd understand."

Chenle gave him a grateful smile, nodding. "Thank you, Jaemin."

With Jaemin's help, the next session was a little easier. The lights were dimmed slightly, and the volume was turned down, and though it was a small adjustment, it made a world of difference to Chenle. He could still feel the fatigue, but the sensory overload was less intense, and he felt more in control.

As they wrapped up for the day, Mark clapped him on the shoulder. "You did great today, Chenle. And if things get overwhelming, just let us know."

Chenle nodded, his heart warmed by his members' support. As challenging as it was to navigate his hypersensitivity, he knew he wasn't alone. His team was there to back him up, to create a space where he could find comfort in the chaos.

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