SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS I

Dino | Appendicitis Part I

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The mirrored walls reflected the synchronized movements of the 13 members of Seventeen as the music blared through the speakers. Their bodies moved in unison, sharp yet fluid, a testament to years of practice and teamwork. The clock on the wall ticked closer to midnight, but no one paid it any attention. Finishing their choreography for the upcoming concert was the only thing on their minds.

"Alright, one more time!" shouted Hoshi, clapping his hands to gather everyone's attention. His voice was full of energy, despite the fatigue settling into everyone's limbs. "This time, let's nail the transitions. Keep the energy up!"

"One more time? You've said that five times already," Mingyu groaned, leaning over with his hands on his knees, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Hey, you'll thank me when the crowd goes wild!" Hoshi shot back, grinning.

While most of the members chuckled at the exchange, Dino stood quietly at the back, his hands gripping his knees. He had been feeling off for the past hour-his stomach churned, and a wave of dizziness washed over him every time he stood straight. He wiped the sweat from his face and tried to steady his breathing, hoping no one would notice.

Jeonghan, who had a sharp eye for the group's dynamics, glanced over at Dino. "Dino, you okay? You've been quiet," he asked, tilting his head slightly.

Dino forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, hyung. I'm just tired. Let's keep going."

Joshua stepped closer, looking concerned. "You sure? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine, really," Dino insisted, standing up straighter to prove his point. But the moment he did, his stomach lurched, and he swayed slightly.

S.Coups, always the attentive leader, noticed the exchange and clapped his hands to pause the group. "Alright, let's take a five-minute break. Everyone hydrate," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. He shot a look at Dino, who avoided his gaze.

"Finally," Seungkwan muttered, flopping down onto the floor. "Hoshi-hyung, you're a slave driver."

"Yah, do you want to lead the practice instead?" Hoshi teased, tossing a water bottle at Seungkwan, who dodged it with a laugh.

As the members scattered around the room, drinking water and catching their breath, Dino sat down against the mirrored wall, his head leaning back. His vision blurred slightly, and he felt beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Woozi, who had been adjusting the music, walked over and crouched beside him. "You don't look good," he said bluntly, placing a hand on Dino's shoulder. "Are you sure you're not sick?"

Dino shook his head but couldn't muster the strength to speak. His nausea was growing stronger, and his body felt heavy.

Seungkwan, ever the observer, called out from across the room. "Hyung, I think something's up with Dino!"

Everyone turned their heads toward Dino, who now looked visibly unwell. Vernon grabbed a towel and tossed it to Minghao, who knelt beside Dino and gently pressed it to his forehead. "Dino, you're burning up. Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

"I didn't want to slow us down," Dino admitted weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Slow us down? You think we'd be okay if something happened to you?" DK said, his voice tinged with worry. "We're a team, Dino."

S.Coups crouched in front of Dino, his expression softening. "Look, practice can wait. Your health is more important. Can you stand? We should get you to the dorms or maybe the hospital."