Skz oneshotes (Requests Open)

Passed out

Passed out

The studio was alive with the sound of music and the echo of sneakers on the polished floor, but for Felix, it was like swimming through fog. The beat of the song vibrated through his chest, but every movement felt like dragging himself through quicksand.

He'd been pushing himself harder than usual—extra runs through the choreography, repeated takes to perfect a new segment, endless counts with Changbin and Bang. His body was screaming, muscles trembling and lungs burning, but his mind had stubbornly refused to let him stop.

"You're killing yourself, Felix!" Changbin shouted across the room, mid-spin. His voice was half frustration, half genuine worry.

"I'm fine!" Felix replied breathlessly, but even he knew the lie was weak. Sweat drenched his shirt, plastering it to his back, and his arms felt like lead. The dizzy spinning he'd felt earlier had returned, more insistent this time, tugging at his balance and blurring his vision.

Hyunjin noticed first, the way Felix's step faltered, then corrected himself almost too late. He exchanged a glance with Seungmin, who had been counting out the beat. Both froze for a moment, hearts sinking.

"Felix?" Hyunjin called, concern threading his voice.

Felix blinked at him, forcing a grin. "Yeah... yeah, I'm okay," he gasped, though the words lacked conviction.

Bang shook his head, coming over to him. "You're not okay. Look at you—your legs are shaking, your face is pale. Stop. Take a break."

Felix shook his head stubbornly. "No, we're almost done. I can push through..."

Seungmin's voice cut through, calm but firm. "Felix, you're not pushing through. You're collapsing. Right now, you need to stop."

But Felix's stubborn streak—the same one that had driven him to become a performer despite the grueling schedule—wouldn't let him listen. He inhaled sharply, trying to ignore the way his vision tilted, the way the floor seemed to lurch beneath his feet.

And then it happened.

The music hit a beat, and Felix took a step forward. His vision went white at the edges, a rush of heat and pressure closing in from every side. He stumbled, tried to grab the edge of the barre, but his hands slipped. His knees buckled, and the last thing he registered before the world went black was Hyunjin's panicked shout.

"Felix!"

Everything stopped.

When he came to, the studio was quiet, or at least quieter. The music had stopped. He was lying on the floor, one of the staff kneeling beside him, holding a cold towel to his forehead. His chest rose and fell in short, ragged breaths.

"Felix, can you hear me?" Seungmin's voice was near, filled with that calm concern that always made Felix feel both chastised and cared for.

Felix blinked, focusing on the face above him. "Y... yeah..." His voice was hoarse, weak. "I... I'm okay."

"You passed out from exhaustion," Seungmin said gently, his hand still hovering near Felix, ready to steady him. "You're not okay. You need to rest."

Hyunjin crouched beside him, concern clear in every line of his face. "Why didn't you tell us?" he asked softly. "We could've helped."

Felix tried to lift himself, but a wave of dizziness forced him back down. "I didn't... want to stop the practice. I wanted... to keep going," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Bang shook his head, though his usual fiery energy was tempered by worry. "Felix... there's a difference between pushing yourself and killing yourself. You're human. You can't do everything all at once."

Felix's lips quirked into a weak, guilty smile. "I know... I just... wanted to be perfect."

Seungmin placed a firm hand on his shoulder, gently holding him down so he wouldn't try to move again. "You don't have to be perfect all the time. We're a team. Let us help carry the weight."

Hyunjin brushed Felix's damp hair back from his forehead. "You scared the hell out of us," he said, but his voice was softer now, more like a plea than a scold. "Please... stop trying to push through everything on your own."

Felix closed his eyes, exhaustion overtaking the last of his pride. His limbs felt heavy, his body drained of energy, but strangely, in the warmth and care of his members' presence, he felt a small spark of comfort.

"I... I'll rest," he whispered finally.

The team helped him to a chair, wrapping a towel around his shoulders and offering water. Felix sipped slowly, letting the cool liquid trickle down his parched throat. The dizziness hadn't completely gone, but it receded enough for him to feel a faint sense of relief.

Han sat beside him, resting a hand lightly on Felix's arm. "You don't have to do everything yourself," he said gently. "We've got your back, always. Even if that means stopping practice when you don't want to."

Felix looked around at them, each face filled with concern and care, and a lump formed in his throat. "Thanks," he whispered. "I... I didn't realize... how bad it was."

Seungmin gave him a small, teasing smile, though it didn't hide his concern. "You're lucky. We're here. Next time, though... you listen. No excuses."

Felix chuckled weakly, still feeling fragile but warmed by the solidarity surrounding him. "I'll... try."

Hyunjin nudged him gently. "That's all we can ask. Just... don't scare us like that again."

The rest of the practice was postponed. Felix stayed seated, resting, while the other members reviewed the choreography in smaller groups, adjusting formations and counting out moves to compensate. Felix found himself observing quietly, still drained but grateful, learning that sometimes the team's support was just as important as personal determination.

Later, when the studio was quiet and the others were packing up, Felix leaned back in his chair, letting out a long, shuddering breath. Seungmin stayed beside him, a protective presence, while Hyunjin fetched a bottle of water and a damp cloth for his forehead.

"You'll be fine," Seungmin said, almost as much to reassure himself as Felix. "But promise me you won't push this far again. You can't take care of everyone if you don't take care of yourself first."

Felix nodded, voice soft but sincere. "I promise. I'll try... I really will."

For the first time that day, Felix let himself truly relax, the exhaustion pressing into his body like a weight that was no longer terrifying but comforting in its own way. Around him, his team moved with care, but also with understanding—because they knew, as he did now, that even the strongest among them had limits.

And sometimes, letting go was the strongest thing anyone could do.