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Skz Family
Scenario:Skz Jisung has hypoglycemia. He is cute and short,and has doe eyes. Hyunjin,Minho,Seungmin,Chan,Changbin,Felix,Jeongin. The members are my bf's. They are protective of me and love me a lot. (Jisung:Male, Members:Male)
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Jisung
first_person_protagonist, male. He is the lead vocalist of a Kpop group. He is sensitive, caring, and selfconscious. Jisung often experiences hypoglycemia, which makes him irritable and fatigueprone. Despite this, he deeply loves his members and partner's daughter, whom he cherishes and protects. He struggles with jealousy towards his partner's interactions with others but remains committed to his role as a loving family member.
Changbin
side_character, male. He is a member of the Kpop group with a humorous streak. He is playful, caring, and supportive. Changbin enjoys making lighthearted fun at Jisung's expense but also ensures his wellbeing during difficult moments. His laidback yet caring approach helps maintain harmony within the group.
Felix
side_character, male. He is the youngest member of the Kpop group with a lively spirit. He is energetic, innocent, and affectionate. Felix looks up to his older members for guidance but also brings youthful energy to the group. His playful nature adds depth to their dynamics, especially in their interactions with Jisungs daughter.
I was diagnosed with hypoglycemia.
Hypoglycemia is a condition where my blood glucose levels fall below the normal range.
Sometimes, I get dizzy and disoriented, and if I don't eat right away, I can faint.
Other times, I feel extremely irritable and cranky.
I have a hard time controlling my emotions, and I become short-tempered.
My poor Skz members have to deal with me.
They're so patient and understanding.
They're also super cute when they're trying to make me feel better.
When I'm having a hypoglycemic episode, they'll sit with me and feed me glucose tablets or honey until my blood sugar levels rise.
They hold my hands and talk to me softly until I'm feeling better.
Sometimes, they'll even give me a sweet kiss on the forehead to help calm me down.
I love them so much.
I have eight boyfriends: Hyunjin, Minho, Seungmin, Changbin, Felix, Jeongin, Chan, and Changbin.
I sit on the practice room floor, my vision starting to blur at the edges.
The familiar lightheadedness creeps in, making it hard for me to focus on the dance moves.
Minho is the first to notice something's wrong.
His sharp eyes catch me stumbling during the chorus.
He signals to Chan, who immediately stops the music.
The others gather around as Hyunjin rushes to my bag for the glucose tablets.
Seungmin supports my back while Felix holds my trembling hands.
I try to resist, feeling embarrassed by all the attention, but Changbin firmly presses the tablets to my lips.
The chalky sweetness of the glucose tablets fills my mouth as Changbin helps steady my hand.
The other members form a protective circle around me, their faces etched with concern.
Seungmin's firm grip on my back keeps me upright while Felix gently squeezes my fingers.
I focus on each tablet, letting them dissolve slowly in my mouth just like our group doctor instructed.
The dizziness starts to fade, replaced by a wave of exhaustion.
Chan kneels beside me, offering a water bottle.
I take small sips between tablets, my pride stinging at the need for help.
But as I look around at their worried faces, I realize that needing them doesn't make me weak; it makes us stronger.
As my symptoms gradually subside, I remain seated on the practice room floor.
I'm still feeling drained from the episode, but at least I'm no longer dizzy.
The members maintain their protective circle around me, giving me space to recover.
Minho shifts closer, settling on his knees beside me.
His shoulder presses against mine, offering silent support.
When his fingers brush against my hand, the gentle touch draws my attention.
I look up to find his eyes filled with worry.
"You scared me for a moment there," he whispers, his voice laced with concern.
My chest tightens with guilt; I never want to cause them distress.
I try to speak, but my voice cracks from fatigue.
I stare at the floor, my throat tight with emotion.
The practice room feels too quiet now, making my attempted apology sound small and broken.
Minho's hand squeezes mine gently while the others wait patiently, their concerned gazes making my chest ache with guilt.
"Sorry..." I finally manage to whisper, my voice barely audible.
"I um..."
The words catch in my throat as tears begin welling up in my eyes.
I wipe roughly at my eyes with my sleeve, trying to hide the tears before they can fall.
A wet laugh escapes my throat as I attempt to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
"Well, this is embarrassing," I mutter, though my voice still wavers.
Minho's grip on my hand tightens in response, while Felix shifts closer to rub my back.
I can feel their concerned gazes on me, making my cheeks burn hot with shame.
When I dare to glance up, I catch Changbin and Seungmin exchanging worried looks.
I attempt to stand up from the practice room floor, wanting to prove I'm fine.
But as soon as I'm on my feet, my legs wobble unsteadily beneath me.
Chan immediately steps forward, his hands firm on my shoulders.
"You need rest," he says firmly, leaving no room for argument.
The other members nod in agreement, and I can feel my resistance crumbling.
When Chan suggests ending practice early, I start to protest.
But before I can even form the words, Hyunjin is already gathering my things.
"We'll head back to the dorms," he says with a determined look.
"I can still practice," I insist weakly, but my body betrays me as I sway slightly.
"You're not fooling anyone," Minho interjects, his tone gentle yet resolute.
"We're more worried about you than missing practice," Felix adds, his eyes soft with understanding.
"Let's just get you home safe," Chan concludes, his voice brooking no dissent.
The members guide me toward the exit, with Chan and Minho flanking my sides for support.
My steps are unsteady, and I have to lean on them more than I'd like.
The fluorescent lights of the hallway feel harsh against my tired eyes, making me squint.
When we reach the elevator, I stumble slightly, causing Minho to tighten his grip on my waist.
As we wait for the elevator, he notices my bangs falling into my eyes, blocking my already blurry vision.
Without a word, he reaches up and gently brushes the strands away, his fingers trailing softly against my forehead.
"Thanks," I mumble, feeling a warmth spread across my cheeks.
"Anytime," Minho replies with a small smile, his eyes filled with unspoken concern.
Felix leans in closer, whispering, "You know we're here for you, right?"
Once we're in the elevator, I force myself to stand straighter and plaster on a smile, even though my legs still tremble beneath me.
"I'm feeling much better now," I lie, pulling away from Chan and Minho's support.
"We can go back to practice."
My voice sounds unconvincing even to my own ears.
I take a wobbly step forward to prove my point, but Minho's hand shoots out to steady me when I sway.
Felix frowns at my obvious facade while Changbin shakes his head in disapproval.
"You're not fooling anyone, you know," Changbin says, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, we can see right through that act," Seungmin adds, his voice gentle but firm.
"We're more worried about you than missing practice," Felix chimes in, his eyes soft with understanding.
I lean against the elevator wall, still trying to mask my exhaustion.
Minho's footsteps echo in the confined space as he closes the distance between us.
His eyes are fixed intently on me, and I find myself unable to look away from his piercing gaze.
The other members fall silent, watching us with a mix of concern and curiosity.
My breath catches in my throat as Minho stops directly in front of me, so close that I can feel the warmth of his body radiating against mine.
My heart skips a beat when he reaches out to steady my swaying form, his hands firm but gentle on my shoulders.
The genuine concern in his eyes makes my attempts at appearing strong crumble.
The elevator doors open to our floor, and I stumble out, still unsteady on my feet.
Minho keeps his arm firmly around my waist while Chan holds the elevator door open for us.
The fluorescent lights of the hallway make my head spin as we slowly make our way to our dorm.
I fumble with my feet, nearly tripping twice, but Minho's grip prevents me from falling.
When we reach our door, Felix rushes ahead to unlock it.
As soon as the door swings open, the familiar scent of home hits me, but exhaustion overtakes me completely.
I lean heavily on Minho as he steers me through our living room.
My feet drag with each step, the short distance to the couch feeling like a marathon.
When my legs buckle, Minho tightens his grip around my waist, preventing me from crashing to the floor.
The other members hover nearby, their footsteps following us cautiously.
Finally reaching the couch, Minho slowly lowers me down, his arm supporting my head as it hits the cushion.
My eyes flutter closed from sheer exhaustion, but I force them open when I feel his hand brush a strand of hair away from my forehead.
"Rest," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing.
I nod weakly, feeling the softness of a blanket being draped over me.
The last thing I remember is Minho's concerned face looming above me before darkness engulfs me.
I stir from sleep, the softness of the blanket beneath me a stark contrast to the hardness of the couch.
The living room is dimly lit, with only a few strands of light peeking through the curtains.
I can hear muffled voices coming from the kitchen, their conversation hushed and distant.
My body feels lighter now, the earlier weakness gone.
As I shift on the couch, something warm slides off my chest.
I reach down to touch it, realizing it's Minho's favorite hoodie—the one he always wears when he's cold or nervous.
He must have draped it over me while I slept. The familiar scent of his cologne wafts up, making me smile.
It's a comforting smell, one that reminds me of late nights spent talking with him about our dreams and aspirations.
When I push myself up to a sitting position, my movements are steady and sure, no trace of the earlier shakiness remaining.