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Seungkwan Seventeen - asthma 2

Sorry for the wait, but I'm back! 🥰 Thank you all so much for over 1k reads! 💕 I know I've already written an asthma story about Seungkwan, but I couldn't resist creating another one. While it didn't turn out exactly as I imagined, I still poured my heart into it and hope you enjoy it as much as I loved creating it.
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The stadium roared with the excitement of Carats waving their aqua light sticks, amplifying the energy that Seventeen poured into every song. Seungkwan, however, was feeling far from the usual high he experienced on stage. 

From the first song, he'd felt an unsettling tightness in his chest, not yet an asthma attack, but the warning signs were there. 

Seungkwan adjusted his performance, staying closer to his position instead of roaming around the stage. When it was his time to sing, he focused on his vocals, saving his breath by skipping some of the moves. 

As the night wore on, the tightness turned into occasional wheezes. During each costume change, Seungkwan used the brief pauses to sit down, lean against the wall, and take a few deep breaths. At one point, he took out his inhaler, pressing it to his lips for a quick puff before they headed back out. 

The other members noticed. Jeonghan passed him water, while Joshua quietly asked, "You good?" 

Seungkwan nodded, offering a small smile. "I'm okay. Just pacing myself." 

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The final notes of the second-to-last song faded, and Seungcheol grabbed the mic to hype the crowd. The mention of Aju Nice sent the audience into a frenzy. 

The music started, and the members exploded into energy. Seungkwan braced himself. This was the moment every concert ended in chaos - running, jumping, singing, and chanting all at once. He smiled, clapping along and singing his parts, but his movements were subdued. He didn't jump around as much, choosing to wave at fans instead. Still, the effort to project his voice and keep up with the high-energy atmosphere began to take its toll. 

Midway through the song, the familiar tightness sharpened into a squeeze. His breathing grew faster, shallower. Each time he sang, it felt like his lungs were working against him, refusing to draw in enough air. His chest burned, and his throat felt constricted.  But the song wasn't over, and the crowd was watching.

"Just a little longer," he told himself, glancing at the timer on the screen. Only a couple of minutes left. He pushed through, forcing himself to smile as his chest burned and his head began to feel light. 

When the song finally ended, Seungkwan bowed with the rest of the group, his vision blurring slightly. As the lights dimmed, he felt Joshua's hand at his back, steadying him as they exited the stage. 

The moment they stepped offstage, Seungkwan's composure began to crumble. His breaths came in rapid gasps, each one feeling shallower than the last.

Joshua was immediately at his side, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Lean on me," he said softly.

Seungkwan nodded, too breathless to respond. His hand gripped Joshua's arm for support as they began walking toward the dressing rooms.

The short walk to the dressing room felt endless. Seungkwan's chest felt like it was being crushed, and each step made him feel weaker. He clutched Joshua's arm, trying to keep himself upright, but the air wouldn't come in properly.  By the time they reached the dressing room door, his legs felt shaky, and his vision blurred slightly at the edges.

Soonyoung hurried ahead, arriving at the dressing room first and searching for Seungkwan's inhaler. Meanwhile, Jeonghan and Seungcheol silently cleared a path and prepared the couch. The rest of the members walked quietly, their concern evident but unspoken, knowing that stressing Seungkwan would only make it worse. 

By the time they reached the dressing room, Seungkwan was gasping, his breaths sharp and shallow. Joshua guided him to the couch, where he sank down, still gripping Joshua's arm. 

Soonyoung rushed over with the inhaler, pressing it into Seungkwan's hand. "Here." 

Seungkwan raised it to his lips, taking a puff and holding his breath as best he could before exhaling. The relief wasn't immediate, and he leaned his head back, still wheezing. Joshua stayed beside him, his hand on Seungkwan's shoulder, grounding him. 

"Another puff," Jeonghan urged softly after a couple of minutes. 

Seungkwan complied, taking another dose and trying to focus on slowing his breathing. The tightness began to loosen slightly, but it still wasn't enough. He leaned against Joshua, his head resting on his shoulder, his body trembling with exhaustion. 

"Just keep going," Joshua murmured. "You're okay. We're here." 

Over the next ten minutes, Seungkwan took several more puffs, each one gradually easing the pressure in his chest. The other members stayed nearby, quiet but watchful, giving him space. 

Finally, his breathing steadied. The wheezing softened, and Seungkwan felt the crushing weight in his chest start to lift. He let out a shaky sigh, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. 

"You okay now?" Joshua asked gently. 

Seungkwan nodded, his voice hoarse. "Yeah... better now." 

"You scared us for a second," Soonyoung admitted, sitting on the floor nearby. 

"Sorry," Seungkwan murmured, guilt flickering across his face. 

"Don't apologize," Seungcheol said firmly. "You did the right thing. You paced yourself, and you got through it. That's all that matters." 

Seungkwan looked around the room, seeing the concern and care in their faces. Exhausted but relieved, he managed a small smile. "Thanks, guys." 

"Always," Joshua replied with a gentle squeeze of his shoulder. 

As the group prepared to leave, Seungkwan knew one thing for sure: no matter how tough it got, he could rely on his members to have his back.

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