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Dk svt - poison

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1200 words.
⚠️ coughing blood, coma

The air in the venue was filled with the low hum of pre-concert chaos—technicians testing lights, mics crackling, the deep bass of soundchecks echoing through empty rows of seats. SEVENTEEN moved fluidly across the stage, each member focused, rehearsing with the energy they were known for, even in the absence of a live audience.

DK, as always, gave it his all. But that morning, his throat had felt raw, his voice slightly off. He brushed it off as the beginnings of a cold. After all, this was nothing new—he'd performed through far worse before. The only concession he made to the fatigue was keeping a personal water bottle on the side of the stage, separate from the others, and drinking from it frequently.

A staff member had handed him the bottle right before rehearsal. No one thought twice about it. In the chaos of prep, things like that happen all the time—hand-offs, swaps, quick fixes. DK hadn't questioned it either. Maybe the staff had added some vitamins, he'd thought vaguely, or some kind of cold remedy. The taste was only slightly off, but nothing alarming. He kept drinking.

Half an hour passed. DK started to feel a pressure in his chest, tight but manageable. He chalked it up to the cold again, pushing through choreography with practiced determination. But then came the wheezing. Shallow breaths. A pain that curled behind his ribs and refused to release.

Jeonghan noticed first.

"You okay?" he asked, eyes narrowing when DK missed a beat and clutched his chest for a moment.

"I'm fine," DK said quickly, smiling through it. "Just the cold."

Another twenty minutes passed. DK's voice cracked, not in the usual way. His breath kept hitching. The wheezing worsened. It wasn't just tiredness—it was as if his lungs were being squeezed from the inside out.

Then, it happened.

In the middle of a run-through, DK doubled over with a sharp cough—and red sprayed onto the stage floor.

Everything stopped.

Time seemed to pause as the members turned toward him, frozen.

"Hyung...what...." Dino's voice cracked in panic, rushing forward.

"DK!" Seungcheol's voice thundered across the space, the kind of voice that demanded attention and immediate action.

DK dropped to his knees, eyes wide, one hand on the floor, the other trembling as he stared at the blood staining his palm.

"I..I can't..breathe...." he gasped out, voice barely audible.

The chaos was instant. Staff swarmed in, the members shouting, some crying, all trying to make sense of what was happening. Jeonghan knelt beside him, holding his shoulder, trying to keep him upright.

"Stay with me, okay? Just breathe, you're gonna be okay — DK, look at me!"

Mingyu had his phone out, calling for an ambulance, hands shaking as he tried to stay calm.

Joshua was already talking to one of the managers, demanding answers, demanding to know why DK was drinking something different.

The sirens wailed not long after, but to the members, it felt like hours.

The hospital was bright and cold. Sterile.

DK was stable but unconscious, his face pale, his body hooked to machines that beeped in slow, steady rhythms.

The doctor came in, quiet and grave.

"There were traces of poison in his blood," he said. "We're starting treatment immediately. It was caught early enough, but if he hadn't come in when he did..."

No one wanted to finish that sentence.

The word hit them like a blow.

Poison.

What had looked like a cold... what had seemed like a small wheeze... could've been fatal.

"Who the hell did this?" Wonwoo's voice was low, deadly calm.

The answer came fast. A routine check of the security footage, coupled with interviews and backstage ID checks, revealed the truth.

The person who'd handed DK his bottle wasn't a real staff member.

She was a sasaeng—one who had managed to infiltrate the crew by faking credentials. Her intent? Obsession taken to the brink. Twisted love turned to control. She'd added something to the bottle, convinced that if DK got sick, he'd need her—or be forced to rest and stop performing, for her sake.

She never expected the consequences to be this dire.

She was arrested within hours. Attempted murder.

And suddenly, the dream-like blur of rehearsals and concerts crashed into a horrifying reality.

The members visited DK every day.

At first, it was hard—watching him sleep, tubes in his arm, oxygen mask over his face. Hoshi had to leave the room once, tears streaming down his face before he could make it to the hallway.

"I should've noticed something was wrong earlier," Seungkwan muttered one night. "I was right there."

"You can't blame yourself," Jun said, quiet. "He didn't even know. He thought it was a cold."

"It wasn't a cold," Seungkwan snapped, eyes red. "It was poison. Someone tried to kill him."

Silence followed that. Because what could anyone say?

When DK finally woke up, the room flooded with emotion.

Dino was the first to cry openly, hands clasped tight around DK's.

"You idiot," he whispered, laughing through the tears. "You scared the hell out of us."

DK's voice was hoarse. "I'm... sorry."

"No," Jeonghan said softly, stepping closer. "You don't apologize. None of this is on you."

DK's eyes flicked to each member in turn. "What... what happened?"

There was a pause.

And then Joshua stepped forward. "You were poisoned. But you're safe now. The person who did it is in jail. You don't need to worry."

DK stared at them all, the weight of those words slowly settling in. "I could've... died."

"But you didn't," Minghao said firmly. "Because you're strong. And because we were there."

There were more tears. Laughter through the sobs. Gentle hugs. Promises.

They didn't talk much about the sasaeng after that. The legal process was happening, and the company tightened all protocols immediately. But the scars lingered—an unease backstage, the way someone always kept an eye on the drinks, the way DK hesitated before accepting anything handed to him by staff.

Still, the group healed together. DK's voice returned slowly. The doctors cleared him for light activity after a few weeks. The support from fans was overwhelming—messages, letters, banners, all pouring in with love and encouragement.

"I didn't know so many people cared," DK whispered once, overwhelmed.

"Of course they care," Seungcheol said, pulling him into a hug. "You're our sunshine. We can't lose you."

The next concert was dedicated to him.

DK didn't perform fully yet, but he stood on stage with the others, hand over his heart, eyes shimmering with emotion as fans chanted his name.

He smiled, truly smiled, and for a moment, everything was okay again.

Because SEVENTEEN wasn't just a group.

They were a family.

And no matter what tried to tear them down—poison, obsession, fear—they would always rise together.

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