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Thank you so much for being so kind in your replies to me (reading them always makes me smile super wide! And you calling me friend agh💘) and for letting me send you another request 💝
I do have an idea, and it's about Suho (no surprise there hahah) and Seonghwa from ATEEZ. There was quite a lot of content featuring them some time ago (dance challenges, mentions in radio shows, tags on instagram) and I found their budding friendship super cute 😣💗 The story itself could be about anything really, but maybe one of them gets sick right before a scheduled dance challenge or something? Since you already wrote a fic where Suho takes care of Hongjoong&Yunho, maybe Seonghwa could be the one doing a check up on Junmyeon? The latter did give him his number after all 💖 Maybe the other ATEEZ members could comment on it too? I came across a post where someone said that the ateez members were collecting exo members like pokémon or something (San&Kai, Baekhyun&Jongho, Xiumin&Yunho/Seonghwa etc.), maybe something along those lines? 😅
This became pretty long hahah but please feel free to write what you want - I know I'll love it and I look forward to it already❣️
Have a nice day! ✨
Someone Call the Doctor
Fandom: EXO/ATEEZ
Sickie: Suho (alcohol/medicine reaction)
Caregiver(s): Seonghwa & Yunho
Word Count: 2,311
Notes: Title comes from EXO's "Overdose," as that is kind of what happens in this fic, except not in a dangerous way, more of a 'oh no, i mixed these two things and now i'm dizzy' kinda way. This literally came together all in a rush, and I'm sharing it before I overthink it (scheduled yesterday for today!) @miramizar I sincerely hope you enjoy!!!!
There was nothing quite like an Inkigayo afterparty. They didn’t happen all the time; there was no way anyone’s liver could have survived such an occurrence. But about once every two months or so, a senior group would organize an afterparty at a restaurant close to the studio for any idols who participated in the show that week. Inkigayo made the most sense: it was the Sunday show, the last at the end of a grueling week of promotional performances, and therefore gave them a bit of time to recover if the night got away from them. Which it usually did. Because of said prior marathon of a work week.
So naturally, when Seventeen arranged for an Inkigayo afterparty on a cold Sunday night in late February, ATEEZ happily found themselves there. Because there were some parties you simply could not miss, and a Seventeen party was one of them.
Seonghwa was watching the chaos contentedly from a booth, beer in hand. He’d tweaked his ankle on stage that night, not even a real injury, thank God, but enough that he didn’t have it in him to get up and dance with the others. He’d normally be tearing up the floor, but figured it was better to sit this one out and simply laugh at the chaos of Dino’s Pi Cheolin character dancing poorly with Seulgi and Momo, both of whom seemed to be completely in on the bit.
Seonghwa was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice Yunho approach until he slumped into the booth next to him with a deep sigh. “Wooyoung is fully responsible for San tonight. Mingi too. He’s being a bad influence.”
“Care to elaborate?” Seonghwa asked, openly grinning at Yunho’s frustrated little pout.
“You KNOW what happens when San drinks, hyung!” Yunho whined, falling back against the booth. Seonghwa noted a flush on the dancer’s cheeks, speaking volumes about his own state of sobriety that made the motion all the more adorable. “He can’t handle it! And Mingi can’t either, and he’s gonna wanna cuddle tonight, and I wanna go to bed and I DON’T wanna cuddle, and-“ He was abruptly cut off by Seokmin shrieking at Jungkook and BamBam for ‘crashing the party they weren’t even invited to’ and BamBam shrieking something back before the whole trio melted into a jumping hug.
“And what, Yuyu?”
“And… I don’t even know anymore.” Yunho’s cheeks puffed slightly as he picked at the label on Seonghwa’s bottle. “I’m just tired, hyung.”
Seonghwa chuckled as his fingers carded through Yunho’s hair. While Yunho was usually the life of the party, after promotional weeks where the choreography was particularly strenuous, the exhaustion and overwhelm hit him harder, and he became overstimulated rather quickly. “Wanna go home, then?”
“No…”
As Seonghwa’s mouth opened on a not-so-nice reply about Yunho acting like a child, a yelled, “Hey, Seonghwa-sshi!” caught both of their attention. And both sat up straighter seeing
EXO’s Chanyeol approaching them.
“Chanyeol-hyung!” Seonghwa greeted, immediately noting the worried look on the rapper’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“Have you seen Suho? He’s been missing for about half an hour.”
“And it’s not like a ‘he’s somewhere talking to someone’ missing.” D.O. appeared at Chanyeol’s side, having been a few steps behind him. “We genuinely have no idea where he is.”
“No, I haven’t seen him.” Seonghwa turned to Yunho who silently shook his head, understanding the unspoken question. “I assume you’ve tried calling him?”
“Yes, but we were hoping maybe you could try?” Chanyeol asked. “Cause you’re a junior idol, and he cares more about how he treats you.” D.O. snorted next to him and Chanyeol threw his arms out to his sides. “What? It’s true! We live with him, there’s nothing left to prove to us!”
Seonghwa pulled his phone from his pocket. “No, I get it. Role model pressure versus older brother responsibility. Give me a sec.” He scrolled through his contacts while the conversation continued between Chanyeol and D.O., Yunho offering his own two cents while the phone rang against Seonghwa’s ear.
It rang twice before he heard a click and a whispered, “If my members are there, pretend you got voicemail.”
Without hesitation, Seonghwa played along. “Hey, Suho-hyung, this is ATEEZ’s Seonghwa.” The performer made a point of sharing eye contact with Chanyeol and D.O. as he continued. “I guess, I mean you probably already know that cause of the caller ID, but…” He paused, mouthed what should I say?
In the pause, Suho said, “I’m downstairs. Second door on the left.”
“Ask where the hell he is!” Chanyeol replied, the fire in his voice for his leader and not the messenger.
“Chanyeol and D.O. hyungs are worried about where you are,” Seonghwa repeated. “So, if you get this message, call them please. Thank you!”
“Thank you,” Suho whispered back before Seonghwa hung up.
“Sorry, hyungs.” Seonghwa shrugged, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
“Hey, it’s not your fault. Thanks for trying,” D.O. said, shaking his head as he looked back out at the sea of people. “I just hope he’s okay.”
“Find us if you find him, yeah?” Chanyeol said, meeting both Seonghwa and Yunho’s eyes.
“Of course, hyung,” Seonghwa replied as Yunho gave a small salute.
As the two older men walked away, Yunho narrowed his eyes at Seonghwa. “I heard that, you know.”
“You heard nothing.” Seonghwa waved a hand in front of Yunho’s eyes in a poor attempt at hypnosis. The dancer’s eyes remained narrowed, his lips turning into a sour, little pout. “Listen, Yuyu. Sometimes, as the oldest, you don’t…”
“You lied to them,” Yunho interrupted, his voice a dramatic whisper.
“I lie to you all the time,” Seonghwa replied, matching Yunho’s quieter tone.
“That’s different. You lied to EXO-sunbaenim.”
“How is that different?”
“They’re our SENIORS!” Yunho exclaimed, still dramatically quiet. It suddenly hit Seonghwa how drunk the dancer truly was, and it almost made him want to laugh.
“I lied to them FOR THEIR LEADER! The most sunbae of the sunbaes!” Seonghwa shot back, fighting a smile. “Now, as you know, I’m gonna go see Suho-hyung, and you are going to go find Hongjoong or Jongho and whine to them.”
“No. I’m coming with you.”
Seonghwa stared hard at Yunho, silently warring with their eyes, before the elder man gave up. As cooperative as he usually was, Yunho could be damn stubborn, and a drunk Yunho was the damned stubbornest. So with a heavy sign, Seonghwa relented and motioned for Yunho to follow him.
They meandered through the crowd as casually as possible and escaped into the mercifully quiet stairwell, Yunho not so sneakily watching for any EXO members tailing them. Satisfied that they’d gone undetected, the duo hurried down the steps to the lower level. The hallway they entered first had several doors on either side, each adorned with the tell tale stick figure signs that signaled ‘Restroom.’
“Second on the left,” Seonghwa muttered as they approached the correct door. he knocked, decisive but careful, not wanting to startle his friend. “Suho hyung? It’s Seonghwa.”
A muffled “You can come in” came from the other side of the door.
“I’m sorry, but I had to bring a velcro dongsaeng along,” Seonghwa explained through the door with a peek back at Yunho. “It’s Yunho.”
“That’s okay.”
Seonghwa pushed open the door. Suho was sitting against the wall on a small stool, one provided for children to be able to reach the sink. Sitting was also a relative term. The older man was more slumped against the wall, as if he were a rag doll thrown into a seated position. His face was pale, sweat beading at his hairline. Suho offered a lackluster wave. “Hey.”
“Hyung!” Seonghwa stepped forward, pulling Yunho with him until the door closed behind them. "Are you okay?”
With a terse shake of his head, Suho answered, “No.”
“Did you throw up?” Yunho asked, incredibly earnest.
“Yes.” Suho nodded
Yunho’s eyes widened. “Did Wooyoung make you take shots?” he asked, genuinely worried about the prospect. That got a single laugh and a momentary flash of a smile out of Suho.
“Please forgive him, he’s drunk,” Seonghwa explained in a rush, feeling his own cheeks flushing from Yunho’s lack of boundaries.
“No, no, he’s fine. And it was not Wooyoungie, Yunho-sshi. Not shots either. I…” He swallowed thickly. “I shouldn’t have been drinking at all. I took a Dayquil less than two hours ago, but it felt wrong not to have something in my hand, and…”
“Hyung, that’s dangerous!” Seonghwa exclaimed before he could stop himself. He fell to his knees in front of the older idol. “How are you feeling now?”
“Still dizzy, still nauseous, head pounding. Gets worse if I try to stand up.”
“Wait, what’s…?”
“Cold medicine and alcohol don’t mix well, Yu,” Seonghwa explained quickly to the younger man anxiously looming over his shoulder. “They’re both depressants, suppress your nervous system. Taking both risks overdose effects.”
“Hyung, how do you know that?” Yunho asked, astounded, while Suho gave a proud whistle.
“I once watched Hongjoong try to put aluminum foil in the microwave,” Seonghwa answered. “I have to know a lot of random science shit, otherwise you’d all die of your own ignorance.”
“But how’d you know…?”
“Yeosang’s taken both before, and immediately freaked out and asked, so we Googled it. I also really wanted to slam a bottle of wine on that one trip with the volleyball, but Hongjoong got me really sick so I couldn’t.”
“Oh yeah! I forgot about that…” Yunho trailed off, lost in his memories.
“So relatable.” Suho smiled to himself. “We actually had…” He paused, weighing whether or not to continue, and decided to go for it. “We had nights where Onew, Victoria, Irene, and I would each bring a bottle and just drink straight from the bottle. I’ll always remember that first time… The Suju members were fighting and trying to bring us into it. When Leeteuk started calling me, I watched Onew put the glasses in his hands back and just grab two bottles, handed me one…” His smile was far away. “Good times, man.” He raised his eyes to meet Seonghwa’s. “Guess things really don’t change that much, huh?”
“Nope. There will always be someone to get on your nerves and make you want alcohol,” Seonghwa agreed. Suho grinned back at him. “But…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Suho cut him off, voice gentle as he squeezed the space between his eyes. “I know I messed up. I didn’t even feel that bad just the like…” His fingers danced in the air, trying to find the words. “That pre-sickness feeling?” Both Seonghwa and Yunho nodded in understanding. “I just wanted that to stop too fast, I wasn’t patient, I… I won’t make excuses, but I would like to ask your help getting back upstairs.”
“Of course!” Seonghwa pushed up to his feet and held out his hands. “We can go as slow as you need. Yunho, pick a side!”
As Suho grasped Seonghwa’s hands, the younger man felt how badly he was shaking. With a steadying breath, closing his eyes, Suho shifted his weight forward and started to stand at a snail’s pace. Seonghwa watched as his expression pinched with pain the higher he got. “You good, hyung?”
“Yeah, just…” Suho’s knees gave way, and he would have fallen right back down if Yunho hadn’t been right there, flanking his right side. The dancer caught him effortlessly, wrapping a hand beneath Suho’s shoulders. “Thanks, Yu.”
“Anytime,” Yunho said softly, biting his lip anxiously when the older man’s face stayed taut with pain. “Don’t throw up again, hyung.”
“Yes, that’s what we’re trying to avoid, Yu. That and passing out,” Seonghwa replied as he slid around to Suho’s left side, copying Yunho’s posture to help keep their senior upright.
“This is humiliating…” Suho whispered, seemingly to himself.
“Nothing humiliating about asking for help every once in a while,” Seonghwa replied.
Suho cracked one eye open towards him. “And how often do you ask for help, huh?”
Seonghwa shrugged, a guilty blush blooming on his cheeks. “Got me there. But still, we’re happy we’re here to help you now.”
“Just tell us when you’re ready to walk, and we’re off!” Yunho exclaimed.
It was incredibly slow going from the bathroom, down the hall, and up the stairs. The worst part was the dizziness. After the first three steps, Suho said as much: he knew he was at the point where he wasn’t going to be sick again, but he felt like he was having an out of body experience, hardly able to see straight or command his own limbs. Several times, Yunho asked about calling EMS. Suho and Seonghwa consistently shot him down; Suho knew his body wasn’t in that bad of a condition, and Seonghwa knew Suho didn’t want the extra attention. Thus, with determination and a whole lot of breaks, the trio finally crested the top of the stairs, finding the famous ’97 line in the middle of a rousing game of rock, paper, scissors that came to a dramatic halt at their appearance. They rolled into action immediately.
“Thank you, Hwa,” Suho whispered amidst the chaos. “I just… couldn’t tell my members. They…”
“They worry too much.” Suho beamed up at him, nodding once, very slowly. “I get it, hyung. Thank you for asking for help. Text me tomorrow, yeah? We’re gonna wanna know you’re okay.” Yunho gave the older man an encouraging squeeze from the other side.
“Deal. But after all your help, I owe you more than just a text.”
“We can discuss it later,” Seonghwa said, nodding towards the door as Chanyeol and Kai appeared behind Mingyu. “I think someone else wants your attention right now.”
Junmyeon finding out while testing (and sharing) Kyungsoo's old earphones that he isn't the only one who listens to a song featuring the other... or something ahdfbashbf 🎶
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