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Vernon Svt - hypersensitivity

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800 words.

Vernon had always known his senses worked differently from other people's.

He wasn't sure when he first realized it. Maybe it was when he was a kid, lying awake because the sound of the refrigerator humming in the kitchen felt too loud. Maybe it was at school, when the scratch of chalk on the blackboard made his teeth clench. Or maybe it was when he joined Seventeen and realized he was the only one who flinched when the speakers blasted at full volume.

Most of the time, he managed. He had his own ways—breathing exercises, grounding techniques, noise-canceling headphones. He learned to recognize the warning signs before things got too overwhelming.

But today was one of those days.

The rehearsal room was too much.

The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed in a way that made his skull ache. The walls vibrated with the bass of their song, loud enough that he could feel it in his chest. The others were talking, laughing, moving around, their voices overlapping into an endless stream of noise. The air conditioning was blasting, and even that was too sharp against his skin, making him feel cold and restless at the same time.

He swallowed, trying to steady himself, but his throat felt tight. His hands curled into fists at his sides. The fabric of his practice shirt was suddenly unbearable—too sticky with sweat, too heavy on his shoulders. He wanted to rip it off, to escape, but there was nowhere to go.

Someone called his name.

"Vernon?"

He barely registered it at first. His pulse was too loud in his ears, his breathing uneven. But then a hand landed gently on his shoulder.

It was Joshua.

Vernon blinked up at him, his vision slightly blurry.

"Hey," Joshua said, voice calm. "You with me?"

Vernon swallowed hard and nodded, even though he wasn't sure it was true.

At some point, the music had stopped. The others had quieted down, and now they were all looking at him—not with worry, not with pity, but with quiet understanding.

Woozi stepped toward the speaker and turned the volume down. "Let's take a break."

Vernon exhaled shakily, his hands still trembling.

Seungkwan sat beside him, not too close but close enough that Vernon could feel his presence. "You need to step out for a bit?" he asked, voice softer than usual.

Vernon hesitated. He didn't want to be a burden. They were in the middle of practice. They had schedules. He should just push through it.

But before he could force out a response, Jeonghan was already handing him a pair of noise-canceling headphones. "Here," he said simply.

Vernon hesitated for only a second before slipping them on. The moment the world dimmed into muffled silence, his shoulders relaxed. His head felt clearer, the pressure behind his eyes easing just a little.

Jeonghan gave him a small smile. "Let's get out of here for a bit, yeah?"

He didn't wait for an answer—just gently tugged Vernon up by the wrist and led him toward the door. Mingyu followed without a word, grabbing a water bottle on the way out.

They walked through the quiet hallway of the building, the air cooler and calmer. Nobody spoke. Nobody needed to.

Vernon let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. The world still felt too sharp around the edges, but the overwhelming rush of panic had faded.

Jeonghan stretched his arms above his head and yawned. "Man, I wouldn't mind a break either."

Mingyu snorted. "You wouldn't mind skipping practice forever."

Jeonghan just grinned. "And?"

Vernon huffed out a small laugh, and the sound surprised even him.

Mingyu passed him the water bottle. "Drink," he said simply.

Vernon took it without arguing, sipping slowly. The cold water helped, grounding him. He felt a little more in control, a little more like himself.

After a few minutes, Jeonghan leaned against the wall and looked at him. "Better?"

Vernon nodded. "Yeah."

Jeonghan studied him for a second, then ruffled his hair. "Next time, just say something, okay? We don't mind."

Vernon looked down at his hands. "I don't want to be a bother."

Mingyu frowned. "Dude, we've known you for how many years now? You think we don't know you need breaks sometimes?"

Jeonghan nudged his shoulder. "We've got you."

Vernon let their words settle in. He wasn't used to asking for help, but maybe—just maybe—he didn't have to do this alone.

He gave them a small, grateful smile. "Thanks."

"Anytime," Jeonghan said. "Now, if you're feeling up to it, let's go back before Seungcheol comes looking for us."

Vernon huffed a laugh. "Right."

With his team beside him, the world didn't feel so overwhelming anymore.

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