Stray Kids Oneshots • SKZ

★ heat sick - angst

Warning: descriptions of throwing up/vomiting, felix and reader are exes😦, skz stylist!reader, heat strokes/heat poisoning, exhaustion, crying, fainting, suppressed feelings, hospital trip, second chance trope, hearty confession, cursing🙊, based off of the dominate concert in dc.

Requested by: yourfavcameron

Word count: 2021

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you promised yourself to stay professional.

just one sliver of regret. just another backstage pass before the boys had to perform just to cheer them on. just one more glimpse pretending your heart didn't lurch out of your chest at the eye contact with him.

felix.

going all out, as usual, at their concert. screaming, smiling, waving, kissing at fans, and revealing his insane abdominal muscles to the crowd of thousands. but you also saw the exhaustion behind his eyes, and hefty beads of sweat on his forehead that also seeped through the outfits you helped carefully design.

the whole team had heard about the dc heatwaves all week. even with the ability to postpone the concert at least another day for the scorching weather to subside a little bit, the members of stray kids were dedicated.

"we'll monitor them," the main staff and managers said, "they'll hydrate."

however, even from where you were behind the stage, — emergency adjustment kit in hand, and the headset buzzing with crew chatter —

you knew something was very, very wrong.

felix's smile didn't reach his eyes like it did usually, and each of his steps looked more heavy than the next.

by the end of the set, chaos erupted behind the curtains in sets of hushed words.

"seungmin's down," you heard over all the voices on your headset line, "almost passed out — just outside the bathroom."

"felix isn't looking good either," that felt like a punch to the stomach, "someone get hyunjin extra towels."

"minho's hyperventilating, someone report back on the others!"

"bang chan wants to make some calls."

"they're throwing up — get medics."

you dropped everything.

you found felix hunched near the changing rooms, doubled over with a hand to his mouth as he fought back a small gag against it. his skin was clammy and pale under the overhead lights, and even then — shaking and sick — he looked up at you like nothing was wrong.

"hey there," he rasped, forcing an attempt at a weak grin, but the façade was obvious, "didn't think i'd be the one giving you trouble tonight."

worry bubbled in your chest. you immediately put the kit down, and stepped forward towards him, "felix—"

"i'm fine," he attempted to brush past you, his words slurred.