Stray Kids Sickfic

Seungmin - Silent Cry

This is for all of you requesting a Seungmin-centric fic (there's been so many of you I couldn't tag you all - plus I forgot who all requested... sorry). 

As you might have known, I was at a funeral for a relative in Okayama for the past several weeks and so I wasn't writing. I felt the need to write through my emotions though and this is a great outlet (plus I was humiliated and wrote this on the plane home to cope). I picked Seungmin because I think we're similar so I felt like my emotions would probably carry over best to him. 

Don't worry though. I'm okay :)

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It was so nice to see his family before they left for the world tour. Honestly, Seungmin wished he could pack them into his suitcase and take them with him. But that could never happen. The company would put a stopper in that before he'd even brought it up. It was hard waving goodbye to them this time for some reason. Maybe because he knew it would be a very long time before he saw them again. It wasn't entirely fair though, Felix, Han, and Chan rarely saw their families. He's just being selfish. 

He boarded the plane, his passport in hand and squeezed through the aisles to his seat beside Minho. He wasn't sure why he was next to Minho - the dance usually refused to sit next to Hyunjin and Seungmin on flights (he couldn't imagine why; it couldn't be anything about threatening air fryers or anything). Seungmin didn't care. He stuck his headphones on and pulled up a Day6 playlist. He'd just sleep. Sleep was great. They had three flights today. It was a lot, but if he broke it down, it made sense. They were flying from Incheon airport to Haneda airport in Japan to pick up the last pieces of their costumes for the American portion of the tour then flying into O'Hare then flying to John F. Kennedy. Three flights. It's fine. 

Except Seungmin hated airplanes. He'd be fine though, how many times had he been on a plane before? Too many to count. He snuggled into his seat as the engines revved and they started down the runaway. His heart pounded, but he didn't dare reach up to check how fast it was - he didn't care, he knew it was fast. When they lifted up his stomach flipped then dropped as he bumped in the air. He really hated airplanes. 

All throughout takeoff he kept his eyes closed and music loud. It wasn't until Minho and his tiny bladder had to climb over him to go to the bathroom. Seungmin connected his headphones to the little TV in front of him and chose to watch The Proposal since Chan said that it was a classic movie and for the sake of Ryan Reynolds, they all had to watch it. It wasn't bad. If Minho didn't climb over him every thirty minutes. 

For some reason though, Seungmin found his eyes burning by the end of the movie. Not just the dry airplane kind of burn, but the burn of warning - the kind that proceeded tears he didn't want to fall. Why was he feeling like he might cry over a romantic comedy that was just as good as it was cheesy. He didn't cry over movies. Ever. What?

He rubbed his eyes on repeat, hoping to escape the burning feeling, until Minho tapped his thigh, pulling one of his headphones off. "Are you okay?" He asked, voice quiet under the sounds of the roaring airplane engine. 

"Fine. Yeah." Seungmin nodded furiously. "My eyes are just watery." 

"The plane's dry." Minho stated. "Drink some water. You need to stay hydrated. You haven't even gone to the lavatory once." 

"Yeah, I think you've gone enough for the two of us." 

Minho frown, eyes murderous. "Hilarious. For that, I'm going to the restroom again just to spite you. Move." 

Seungmin sighed, he would have rolled his eyes but they were still burning. He moved though and Minho went and came back quickly with a water bottle. Handing it to Seungmin after popping the seal. "Drink all of that before we land. We're descending soon anyways."