SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS I

Seungcheol | Burned Part I

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The members of Seventeen trudged into their shared dorm after their concert in Japan. The air was filled with the faint hum of exhaustion, their luggage wheels clattering against the hallway floor. They had given their all on stage, and now, all they wanted was to collapse on any flat surface they could find.

"Hyung, can you carry this? My arms feel like noodles," Dino whined, dragging his oversized backpack behind him.

Jeonghan, always the opportunist, glanced back and smirked. "Maknae, you're young and full of energy. You can handle it."

"Hyuuung!" Dino groaned, shooting Jeonghan a betrayed look, while Joshua patted Dino's shoulder in sympathy.

Inside the dorm, Seungkwan collapsed onto the couch dramatically, throwing his arm over his face. "I swear, if I see another camera or hear another cheer today, I might pass out."

"So dramatic," scoffed Minghao, kicking off his sneakers. He stretched his arms over his head and flopped onto the carpet instead. "But relatable."

Hoshi plopped down next to Seungkwan, cradling his tiger-patterned travel pillow. "I don't even have the energy to eat. This is a new low."

"That's how you know he's really tired," Woozi muttered as he placed his guitar case gently against the wall. "Hoshi not eating is like the sun not rising."

"Can you all keep it down?" Vernon mumbled from the floor, where he had decided to lie face-down with his hoodie pulled over his head. "My brain is still ringing from the speakers."

"Are we ordering food?" S.Coups asked, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His tired eyes scanned the group, trying to muster the energy to lead even in this state.

Jun raised his hand weakly from the kitchen. "I vote for ramen."

"Me too," DK chimed in enthusiastically, though his voice cracked from exhaustion. "Something warm and comforting."

"Ramen it is," Joshua concluded, heading to the kitchen to boil water. "Let's keep it simple."

Meanwhile, Mingyu was already unpacking his suitcase. "Why are you unpacking now?" Wonwoo asked, sitting at the dining table and flipping through his phone.

"I just like to get it done," Mingyu replied with a shrug, pulling out his toiletries. "Besides, it's therapeutic."

"Therapeutic for you," Seungkwan muttered, glaring at Mingyu from the couch. "Watching you organize while I can barely move makes me feel more tired."

Mingyu grinned. "You'll thank me when you wake up to a clean dorm."

Jeonghan sauntered over to the couch and leaned down to ruffle Seungkwan's hair. "Don't be jealous, Boo. Just close your eyes and think of all the compliments you got today."

Seungkwan opened one eye. "It's hard to think about anything when you're standing so close, and your hair smells like airplane food."

The room erupted into laughter, albeit weak and sleepy.

As the smell of ramen began wafting from the kitchen, Joshua called out, "Ten minutes, guys. Let's eat together."

Hoshi perked up slightly. "Wait, is there egg?"

"There's always egg," Joshua reassured him with a soft chuckle.

DK sat up from where he was sprawled on the floor. "Can someone please promise me we'll sleep in tomorrow?"