Stray Kids Oneshots & Sickfics

Lee Know: Sip, Slip, Crumble

Felt like we needed some more Lee Know love~
Requested chapters published soon!!

•Skz: Minho
•Sick/hurtfic
•CW: drink spiking, hospital, seizure descriptions, head injury, blood.
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The night was alive with energy, the music pounding through the walls of the club, the neon lights flashing like a dream. Stray Kids had just finished their set at the venue's private party, and the members—soaked in sweat from their performance—decided to relax and enjoy the rest of the night. It was a rare break for them, and the celebration was long overdue. The buzz of fans and friends filled the air as they made their way through the crowd.

Chan, the charismatic leader of Stray Kids, felt a sense of relief wash over him. It had been a challenging few months of rehearsals and travel, and now they had a chance to unwind. His eyes scanned the room, landing on his oldest kid, Minho. Minho was listening between conversations, laughing with friends, and keeping the mood light.

"Want a drink?" Chan asked, raising his cup to Minho, who was chatting animatedly with their manager.

"Sure" Minho grinned, leaning toward Chan. He hadn’t had much of a chance to relax, so the drink sounded perfect.

Chan walked toward the bar and handed Minho a freshly mixed cocktail, a colorful concoction with a citrus twist. Minho took it eagerly and sipped, savoring the sweet taste as he made his way back to the group. The music was louder now, and the mood felt more intense. He laughed along with his bandmates as they joked and danced, not realizing that something was off.

It didn’t take long for the effects to hit.

At first, it was subtle. A slight dizziness. A feeling of lightheadedness that he chalked up to the mix of excitement and alcohol. He tried to shake it off, but soon, his vision blurred. His head felt heavy, as though the world around him was starting to spin in circles. Minho blinked rapidly, confused, trying to steady himself as his legs wobbled beneath him.

"Hey, you okay?" Changbin, the group's third eldest, asked, noticing the sudden shift in his demeanor. "You look a little pale."

"I'm fine, just... dizzy," Minho muttered, but his voice wavered.

Before anyone could react, Minho stumbled backward, grabbing the nearest table for support. The world seemed to collapse around him. His hands shook uncontrollably, his body drenched in sweat. Chan, Changbin, and the others rushed to his side, but before they could reach him, Minho collapsed to the floor, the glass slipping from his hand and shattering on the ground.

Panic set in.

"Minho!" Chan shouted, kneeling beside him. His face was pale, his eyes unfocused.
"What's wrong with him?!" Jeongin shouted, tears rolling down his face.
Suddenly, Minho tensed. It was then that Chan noticed the telltale sign of his condition—his eyes were rolling back into his head. He was seizing.

"Call an ambulance!" Chan screamed, his voice breaking as he tried to keep Minho's body steady.

They were trapped in a sea of people, the music and laughter echoing in the background, seemingly unaware of the crisis unfolding in the corner. Chan and the other members tried desperately to keep Minho from hurting himself, but his movements were erratic. His body stiffened, convulsing violently.

"Where’s the bathroom?!" Chan yelled, trying to keep Minho from hitting his head.

They managed to drag him to a nearby restroom, and once inside, Chan held his friend's limp body against him, doing his best to prevent any further injury. But Minho's condition was worsening. His breathing became labored, and the seizure didn’t seem to stop. With a sickening thud, Minho's head struck the edge of the sink. Chan's heart stopped as he saw the blood begin to pool beneath his friend's head.

"Hold on, Minho, please," Chan whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.

It felt like hours, though it was only a matter of minutes. The other members of Stray Kids were frantic. They tried to reach out to the club’s security to clear a path, but no one knew exactly what had happened. The time stretched on, and every second felt like an eternity.

When the ambulance finally arrived, Minho had stopped seizing, but his skin was cold, and his face was ghostly pale. His breathing was shallow, and the injury to his head was severe. Chan refused to let go of his hand as they rushed him to the hospital, the weight of the situation settling on his chest like a suffocating cloud.

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At the hospital, the group sat in silence, waiting for any news. Chan couldn’t stop replaying the moment Minho had collapsed in his arms. His mind raced with questions—had he been poisoned? Was it the drink? How could this happen to someone so full of life, someone who had always been there for the group?

Finally, a doctor entered the room, and the group gathered around.

"Mr Lee is stable now," the doctor explained, "but he suffered a severe concussion from the fall. We had to do a CT scan, and there’s some swelling in his brain. We’re monitoring him closely, but we’re hopeful. He may wake up soon."

Chan let out a shaky breath, his hands clenched in nervous tension. The others remained quiet, their faces pale from worry. Their hyung, their big brother, had almost been lost tonight.

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Hours later, Minho stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked, groggy and confused.

"Hyung!" Jisung whispered urgently, leaning forward. "Are you okay?"

Minho's gaze wandered slowly around the room before locking onto Chan's face. His lips parted, and he tried to speak, but all that came out was a weak rasp.

"I… what happened?"

"You don’t remember?" Felix asked, voice trembling.

Minho blinked again, his mind foggy. "I… I remember the party. And then... everything got blurry."

Hyunjin's eyes filled with tears. "You were... you were poisoned, hyung. Someone spiked your drink. We almost lost you."

Minho's expression flickered with confusion, but he was too tired to process the words. The group exchanged glances, the fear and relief mixing into something indescribable. He was alive. He was going to be okay.

It was a reminder to them all—how fragile life could be, and how much they meant to one another.

In that moment, despite the trauma they’d just gone through, they knew they would always be there for each other, no matter the storm. They had come close to losing their brother, but tonight, they had saved him. And that was all that mattered.

As the night drew on, Minho slept, his bandmates silently watching over him, the sound of his steady breathing the only reassurance they needed.

The darkness of the night had passed, and the light of their unity was stronger than ever.

(1130)
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AN: Be safe out there, my loves! It's so easy to be tricked these days.
Xoxo