How would svt react if their s/o (almost) fainted on stage from overworking?
Seventeen Reaction to Their S/O (almost) Fainting on Stage
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S.Coups, Jeonghan, Joshua, Woozi, and Wonwoo would worry half to death after they received the news from your loving fans about you nearly collapsing on stage. They’ll know that sometimes, you skip meals and lie about your health just so you could make your next performance perfect for the camera and for the naked eye to see. None of them could ever stop you, because, you were young, and you were too darn stubborn for your own good.
“Y/N, did you eat yet?”
“Oppa… yes, I did.”
“… You sound fatigued Y/N… what did you eat?”
“That’s not important jagiya… I need to practice the choreography a few more times; I’ll see you tomorrow alright?? I need to stay behind at the studio again… this comeback is really significant; don’t be concerned about me!! I’ll be fine.”
All five of them would scold and fuss over you once you two met again. “Being an idol is hard work Y/N, but your health comes first. No more late nights, understand?”
Vernon, The8, Mingyu, Jun, Dino and DK would jump out of their seat once they hear the undeniable truth on live broadcast. You were fairly popular in Korea, so reporters couldn’t help but talk about this entire fiasco; not that the six boys didn’t know already. They watch every single one of your performances, cooing to themselves and to the other members how absolutely amazing you were up stage… but for this last one, which was the comeback you prepared for for five months; it didn’t show all of your abilities. Your voice was strained, your movements not as sharp, and then they realize, after your eyes roll back and your head bent down and swept the floor, that you’re exhausted. You’re mentally, physically, and emotionally deprived of all available energy. You’re staggering around the stage, blinking furiously under the blinding lights the crew provided, and you’re struggling to remember the lines and dance moves to your song. They’re heartbroken; they want nothing more than to jump into the tv screen and reassure you that it’ll be alright. “Y/N… I’m here for you.”
Hoshi and Seungkwanwould freak out after the news were delivered. “Oh my god, please don’t let this happen to her, please… please she worked so hard for this!” They’ll break down in the middle of practice, and Seventeen members would crowd around them, asking what’s wrong, why he was on the floor, sobbing his eyes out. They knew this comeback was extremely important, who didn’t? Even your fans warned you to not overwork yourself; you’ve had always performed some kind of witchery up there; you’ve had always mesmerized every living soul that heard your voice. Babbling, they would tell the members everything, and they’ll all be anxious about your recovery in the hospital, even if they never met this S/O. Seventeen’s heard all about you; Hoshi and Seungkwan frequently told them stories, and their eyes would lit up like fireworks once your name was mentioned. They’ll be busy phoning your company to check on your health status, and they’ll beat themselves over not looking after you enough, and not being there for you when you needed their support the most. “Y/N, rely on me more, please. I may not be the best boyfriend, but I’m trying. I love you so much; you mean the world to me.”
Imagine- it’s past midnight and you suddenly have the urge to use the bathroom. You go do your business and hurry back to bed. You expect to come back to a warm and empty bed, instead there are boys everywhere. Boys tucked under the blankets. Boys sitting on your bed, casually laughing with the ones next to them. Boys sitting all around the edges of your bed, adding to the boyish ruckus. There’s even boys leaning agaisnt the small nightstands beside your crowded bed. You rub your eyes, thinking this was all a weird dream or that you were starting to see things. To your surprise, they know your name. They warmly welcome you back to bed with excitement, some with wide open arms and others gesturing you to return. You’re tempted, but something doesn’t seem right.
Sticking your head out of the apartment door you looked left and right, they were good at hiding but one specific boy always had a way of fucking it all up whether it be with a sneeze or simply just not putting his ass in enough to fit behind the plant.