K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Jisung straykids - diabetes

@cutekitty63 thanks your request hope you like it.
1600 words.

The clock on the wall ticked towards 10 PM as the soft glow of the studio lights bathed the room in a warm hue. 3RACHA were huddled over their equipment, meticulously working on the final touches of a new track. The sound of keys clacking and soft beats echoed through the room, a testament to their dedication.

"Alright, I think we're good for tonight," Chan declared, stretching his arms overhead. "Let's wrap it up."

Changbin yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah, I'm beat. We can polish the rest tomorrow."

Han, known for his relentless drive, nodded. "You guys head back. I'll finish up here and join you soon."

Chan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't stay too late, Han. You know the deal : an hour tops, or I'm dragging your ass home."

Han chuckled, waving them off. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. One hour."

With a final glance, Chan and Changbin left, their footsteps fading down the hallway. The studio grew quieter, the only sounds left were the hum of the equipment and Han's fingers tapping on the keyboard. Inspiration struck him suddenly, and he immersed himself in crafting a new melody, losing track of time.

As the hour ticked by, Han stretched, feeling a slight dizziness as he stood up. His vision blurred for a moment, forcing him to sit back down. Instinctively, he pulled out his phone, checking the app connected to his dexcom. His blood sugar had dropped to 59 mg/dL.

"Ah, crap," Han muttered, annoyed. He hated when he didn't feel the symptoms coming.

He opened the drawer, pulling out a small juice box that Chan always ensured was stocked. Puncturing the straw, Han drank it slowly, hoping his levels would stabilize quickly. A glance at his phone fifteen minutes later showed his blood sugar dipping slightly before it began to level out. Still under 70 mg/dL.

Han sighed, irritated. "Why won't it just go up?" he murmured, reaching for another juice box. He plopped back onto the couch, sipping on the second box, the frustration evident in his eyes.

Meanwhile, back at the dorm, Chan paced the living room, glancing at the clock. The hour had long passed, and he had given Han an extra ten minutes before his worry took over.

"That's it," Chan muttered, grabbing his coat. "I'm going to get him."

When Chan arrived at the studio, he found Han slumped on the couch, sipping a juice box with a deeply annoyed expression.

"Han," Chan called softly, his initial irritation dissolving into concern.

Han looked up, visibly frustrated. "I think my blood sugar wants to stay low tonight," he grumbled.

Chan sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on Han's shoulder. "Hey, it happens. Let's wait a bit and check again."

They talked for the next fifteen minutes, Chan keeping the conversation light to distract Han from his frustration. They reminisced about old times, laughed about random things, and checked Han's blood sugar once more. It had risen to a safer range, over 70 mg/dL.

"Alright, you ready to head home now?" Chan asked, standing up.

Han nodded, feeling slightly better. "Yeah, let's go."

They returned to the dorm ten minutes later, the night air crisp against their faces. Once home, they ate a small, simple dinner to ensure Han's levels stayed stable through the night. The dorm was quiet, most of the members already asleep. Han shared a room with Changbin and Hyunjin, who were both out cold when he slipped into bed.