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Seungmin skz - stage slip

@sEuNgMiNn369 here's your request.
1000 words.

The night was electric.

The screams of thousands of STAYs reverberated through the stadium, rising like a tidal wave that swept over Stray Kids the moment they stepped onto the stage. Lights danced across the crowd, their fans' banners and lightsticks glowing like stars in the dark. This was more than a concert — it was a celebration.

And Stray Kids were alive in it.

They had just finished their high-energy set with their newest song — the kind that made hearts race and lungs burn. Sweat clung to their skin, but they were beaming. Felix and Hyunjin spun each other around like dizzy children, their laughter echoing over the mic. Han grabbed a water bottle and turned it into a dramatic prop, acting like he was doing a commercial shoot mid-stage. Bang Chan waved to the fans with wide arms, his eyes glimmering with pride.

Changbin, of course, had other plans.

He picked up a half-drunk water bottle and, without warning, flung it toward Seungmin. "Yah!" Seungmin shouted in disbelief, laughing as the water splashed across his shirt — and more importantly, the stage floor.

Changbin didn't wait around to see the aftermath. He took off running, grinning ear to ear, and Seungmin charged after him.

The crowd roared in delight at the playful chaos. It was one of those perfect moments — messy, unscripted, full of joy. But in the blink of an eye, it turned.

Seungmin didn't see the slick patch of water until his foot hit it. His sneaker skidded. His balance shifted. And he fell.

His instincts kicked in fast — he flung his arm out and caught himself on his left hand, the force jarring all the way up his wrist. A sharp, burning pain exploded through the joint. His breath caught in his throat.

But then — the crowd.

They were watching. Cheering. Still laughing, thinking it was part of the show.

So he laughed, too.

Pushing himself up with gritted teeth, he waved off any concern and broke back into a jog. "Changbin-ah!" he yelled playfully, though his voice wavered beneath the strain. "You're dead!"

His wrist throbbed with every movement. At first, he tried shaking it out subtly, hoping it was just a minor strain. But the ache deepened, spreading through the joint with each passing second.

Minutes crawled by.

He kept moving. Kept smiling. His left arm stayed close to his side now, movements tighter, less natural. He stopped waving with it, using his right instead. He adjusted the choreography slightly, barely enough for fans to notice.

The pain was growing louder.

"Just ten more minutes," he told himself under his breath as the music faded out and the members interacted with fans. He threw in a few jokes, clapped awkwardly with one hand, and gave his fans the energy they deserved.

But by the time the lights dimmed briefly for a quick costume adjustment, he couldn't take it anymore.

He slipped offstage and found their manager.

Their manager gave him a quick once-over, noting the pale tension in his features but nodding. Seungmin ducked around the curtain and headed backstage. As soon as he was out of sight, he leaned against the wall and cradled his wrist. It was swelling now, and the pain was a dull roar beneath the adrenaline.

"Hyung," he said quietly. "Do you have painkillers?"

The manager's brows furrowed, but he didn't press. He handed him a small packet, and Seungmin took them dry, swallowing hard and sucking in a breath.

"You okay?" the manager asked, watching him closely now.

Seungmin nodded. "I just... need to get through the end."

And he did.

The last twenty minutes were a blur of light, noise, and sheer willpower. He returned to the stage, jaw clenched, movements controlled. His left hand barely moved now, but he compensated with extra energy in his voice and face. STAYs noticed his smile more than his posture — which was the plan all along.

Every cheer from the audience pushed him forward. Every chant of his name gave him one more second of strength.

When the final song ended and the confetti rained down, Seungmin held his mic high with his right hand, sweat and tears mingling on his face. The boys hugged each other, bowed deeply, and waved their final goodbyes.

Backstage, relief hit him like a crashing wave.

He sagged onto the nearest bench, finally letting his left arm rest. The manager was on him instantly.

"Let me see it," he said.

Seungmin didn't resist.

The man took his wrist gently, turned it, and hissed. "Seungmin..." He didn't even finish the sentence. He grabbed an ice pack from the cooler and pressed it carefully against the swelling joint.

The members were still glowing with concert energy when they noticed.

"Wait, what's going on?" Hyunjin asked, walking over with a towel around his neck.

"Is that..?" Chan paused mid-sentence.

"Hyung, what happened?" Jeongin's eyes went wide.

"It's nothing," Seungmin tried to say, but the look the manager gave him said otherwise.

"You fell, didn't you?" Han said, putting it together.

"I told you not to go full cartoon character," Changbin muttered, though his voice was laced with guilt.

"You kept performing like that?" Chan asked, crouching next to him.

"It's just sprained," Seungmin mumbled.

"You don't know that," Felix said firmly. "We're getting that checked. Immediately."

They all surrounded him then — not in anger, but concern. The teasing faded. Their post-concert glow turned to focused care. Someone brought a wrap bandage. Someone else took his water bottle and handed him a fresh one.

"You should've told us," Chan said, his voice softer now. "You don't have to do everything alone."

Seungmin didn't say anything for a moment. Then he smiled — tired, but real.

"I didn't want to ruin it... for STAY."

Bang Chan looked at him and shook his head, ruffling his hair. "You didn't ruin anything. But next time, let us help you."

The room filled with quiet nods, gentle scolding, and familiar warmth. Seungmin leaned back, letting the ice numb the pain — surrounded by the team that always caught him when he fell.

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