K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Seungmin straykids - deaf

700 words.

The dorm was already bustling with activity, muffled chatter and the rhythmic thud of footsteps echoing in the hall. The members had an early morning practice scheduled, and as always, Seungmin was the last to stir.

Chan padded down the hallway, a mug of tea in one hand and a soft smile tugging at his lips. He stopped at Seungmin's door and knocked gently, though he knew the younger boy wouldn't hear it.

Pushing the door open, he peeked inside. The room was bathed in the soft glow of morning light, and there was Seungmin, still cocooned in his blanket, his hair sticking up at odd angles. His hearing aids rested on the nightstand, silent witnesses to his peaceful slumber.

"Seungmin-ah," Chan called softly, setting his mug on the desk before crouching by the bed. "Time to wake up, mate."

Seungmin didn't stir.

With a chuckle, Chan reached out and gave his shoulder a gentle shake. "You're going to make me drag you out, aren't you?"

Slowly, Seungmin blinked awake, his eyes bleary and confused. He turned to Chan, his expression half-annoyed, half-amused, as realization dawned.

"You didn't have to wake me like a parent," Seungmin mumbled, his voice groggy but affectionate.

"I wouldn't have to if you'd get up on your own," Chan teased, grinning. "C'mon, everyone's waiting."

Seungmin reached for his hearing aids, clicking them into place. The world came alive in an instant: the distant sound of Felix humming in the kitchen, the faint chatter of Jeongin and Han.

"Better now?" Chan asked, ruffling his hair.

"Not with you hovering," Seungmin retorted, though his lips curled into a small smile.

The day was packed with practice and meetings. By the afternoon, the group found themselves in a large studio for a choreography session, the room filled with music, instructions, and the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor.

Seungmin had been doing fine at first, adjusting the volume on his hearing aids to filter out some of the background noise. But as the hours wore on, the layered sounds began to press against him – a wave of static that felt sharper than it should have.

He paused mid-step, rubbing at his temple.

"You okay?" Lee Know asked, noticing the falter."Yeah," Seungmin replied, though his voice lacked conviction.It wasn't unusual for him to feel this way. Even though he'd heard sound for his whole life thanks to his hearing aids, there were moments when it felt like too much. No amount of volume adjustment could take away the overstimulation.

Chan caught his eye from across the room, his brows furrowed in concern. Without a word, he gestured for a quick break.

Seungmin gave him a small nod of gratitude and slipped out of the studio, heading for the quiet sanctuary of an empty practice room down the hall.

Once inside, he closed the door and carefully removed his hearing aids. The sudden absence of sound was almost shocking, but it was a relief – a soft, encompassing silence that wrapped around him like a comforting hug.

He sat down on the floor, leaning his head against the mirrored wall.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Seungmin didn't need to hear it to know who it was : Chan, of course.

Chan opened the door and stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. Seeing Seungmin without his hearing aids, he didn't speak right away. Instead, he crouched in front of him, his lips moving slowly and deliberately.

"Too much?" Chan mouthed, his expression warm and understanding.

Seungmin watched him carefully, his eyes trained on Chan's mouth. After a moment, he nodded, a small, grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Chan sat down beside him, his movements relaxed and unhurried, letting the silence settle around them. After a few moments, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a water bottle, holding it out with a slight tilt of his head.

Seungmin chuckled soundlessly, taking the bottle and mouthing back, "Thanks."

For a while, they simply sat together. No words were needed.

Eventually, Seungmin slipped his hearing aids back on. As the world returned in layers – the faint hum of the air conditioning, the muffled music down the hall, and Chan's steady breathing – he felt more grounded.

"Ready to head back?" Chan asked softly, his voice gentle.

Seungmin nodded, pushing himself to his feet.

As they walked back to the studio together, Seungmin felt lighter. Moments like this reminded him that no matter how overwhelming the world could be, he had a team that understood.

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