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Haechan Nct 127 - Allergy

1200 words

It was another busy day at the NCT 127 dorm. The members were gathered in the kitchen, preparing for a cooking challenge for their latest variety show. Laughter echoed through the space, everyone joking and passing ingredients around. The atmosphere was light, carefree, until something unexpected happened.

Earlier in the day, the staff had made sure to gather all the members' allergies before the filming began. Haechan had reminded them, as he always did, that he had a severe cat allergy. The staff had assured him that no animals would be brought into the house. Everyone went about their tasks, reassured by this, but of course, the stray cat had its own plans.

While the kitchen was bustling, the small cat entered the living room unnoticed. Its quiet steps made little noise as it slipped through the door, content to wander around in search of a place to explore. The members were so caught up in their cooking that no one noticed the feline's arrival. That was until the cat made its presence known by rubbing against Mark's leg as he chopped vegetables.

Mark froze in surprise when the soft purring of the cat reached his ears. He looked down and saw the small, curious creature happily brushing up against him, its fur sticking to his clothes. His eyes widened in realization.

"Where did this cat come from?" Mark muttered, gently but firmly nudging the cat away. "Hey, out you go."

The cat, unperturbed, seemed to have claimed Mark as its new favorite person, but Mark quickly ushered the animal out of the kitchen. He didn't pass through the living room again to check for any lingering fur, instead heading straight for his room to change.

It all seemed harmless enough at first. The cat was out, and Mark had removed himself from the situation. But little did they know, the cat's fur had already spread through the air, and the damage had been done. By the time the members finished cooking, none of them realized just how much fur had settled around the house, especially in the living room.

The members, including Haechan, didn't notice any immediate issues. They moved to the living room to eat, casually settling down on the couch and digging into their meal. But that's when Haechan began to feel something wasn't right.

He felt a faint tickle at the back of his throat, then his nose began to itch. He tried to shake it off, thinking it was just his usual reaction to dust or something in the air, but as he tried to breathe more deeply, he realized something wasn't right. The itch in his throat intensified into a full-on tightness in his chest. He could feel the familiar weight of an allergy attack settling in.

His eyes widened slightly as the realization hit. It wasn't just a minor irritation, it was his cat allergy, flaring up, and it was fast. He needed to get away from the fur.

"I... I need to go to the kitchen," Haechan muttered, trying to push through the discomfort. He stood up from the couch, his breath becoming more labored with each step. His head was starting to feel heavy, and panic began to set in as his throat closed up.

Doyoung, noticing how Haechan's face had gone pale, immediately followed him. "Haechan, what's going on?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

"I...I can't breathe," Haechan gasped, now struggling to get enough air into his lungs. His breaths were shallow, and his chest felt tight, like there was no space to fill with air. His hands began to tremble slightly as the situation worsened.

Doyoung's eyes shot open in alarm. "No, no, no," he muttered, his voice rising in panic. "This is bad."

As Haechan stumbled into the kitchen, Doyoung quickly grabbed his phone and yelled, "Johnny! Get the EpiPen...now!"

Johnny, who had been standing near the counter, immediately turned and rushed toward Haechan's bag, grabbing the emergency medication. By this point, Haechan's breathing was becoming more labored, and he could feel the anxiety rising in his chest as he fought for each breath. He tried to speak, but his words came out in short, desperate gasps.

"I can't... I can't..." Haechan choked out, his vision beginning to blur. His lips were starting to tinge with blue, his body's oxygen levels dangerously low.

Doyoung, trying to keep his own panic at bay, kept a hand on Haechan's back, guiding him to sit down. "Breathe, Haechan, just breathe. We're getting this under control," he reassured, though his voice wavered with worry.

Johnny returned quickly, holding the EpiPen with trembling hands. Doyoung didn't hesitate, quickly administering the shot of adrenaline into Haechan's leg. The room felt like it was spinning, but Haechan tried to focus on the cool pressure of Doyoung's hand on his back and the sharp sting of the EpiPen. He could feel the adrenaline starting to kick in, but it was slow.

Meanwhile, Taeyong had already grabbed his phone and was calling their manager, explaining the situation in frantic, short bursts. "We need to cancel the filming. Haechan's having a severe allergic reaction, we can't continue."

On the other side of the living room, Winwin, Mark, and Yuta were already moving frantically, trying to clean the living room of any lingering cat fur. Mark had immediately realized the extent of the issue, knowing that even after he'd removed the cat, the damage was already done. The cat's fur was all over the place, and the air was thick with it.

As the EpiPen's effects began to take hold, Haechan's breathing slowly began to ease. It wasn't perfect, but it was better. His chest felt lighter, and the tightness in his throat started to loosen, but he was still drained. His body felt heavy, and exhaustion swept over him in waves.

"I'm sorry," Haechan whispered, his voice weak. "I didn't think it would be this bad."

"Don't apologize," Doyoung replied immediately, kneeling next to him. "You're okay now. That's all that matters."

Johnny let out a long breath of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing. "You scared us there," he said quietly, his voice trembling.

Haechan could only nod, his eyes closing as he leaned back against the counter, utterly drained from the ordeal. "I feel so tired," he muttered, unable to keep his eyes open.

As Taeyong ended his call with the manager, he walked over to Haechan, offering him a soft smile. "The filming is cancelled. You need rest, and we'll make sure nothing like this happens again."

The members continued to move around the dorm, taking care of things. Winwin, Mark, and Yuta were finishing up the cleanup, making sure the living room was free from any remaining fur. It was a small thing, but it was the least they could do after everything.

Haechan, still in a haze, slowly rose from the kitchen counter, helped up by Doyoung. "Let's get you to bed," Doyoung said softly, leading Haechan to his room. The members took turns checking on him, offering their support in quiet, small ways.

As they got Haechan settled into his room, the weight of what had happened lingered in the air. It had been a close call, but Haechan was going to be okay.

At least for now.

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