Kpop Sickfics, Hurtfics, and One Shots

Yeosang - It's Beautiful (5K Celebration)

Yeosang stood motionlessly in front of the bathroom mirrors. His eyes stuck on one part of his face, his birthmark. Bright red and in the corner of his eye extending outwards, it was almost impossible to miss. Something Yeosang hated with a passion.

ATEEZ was invited to Los Angeles to perform at a music show, the catch was they were only allowed to choose one song. The thing was that out of all their songs the group had chosen Halazia.

"Sangie~" Yeosang was shaken from his staring as he heard Wooyoung bang on the door, followed by a, "Shut up Wooyoung, let him use the bathroom!" From Hongjoong.

Yeosang has always struggled with mental health and self-appreciation. On his bad days, like today, he likes to wear baggy dark clothing, and he always covers up his face by wearing masks and using concealer to hide his birthmark.

Sighing Yeosang pushed open the bathroom door.

"Finally," Wooyoung dramatically sighed. "I almost did a spooky dookie in my pants."

"That's gross," Jongho said, coming right up behind Yeosang and scaring the elder slightly.

Looking at Jongho who was fully dressed and ready to go. "Your outfit looks nice Jjongie," Yeosang commented. "I like the colors." ATEEZ were given black suits that would shimmer blue depending on how the light reflected off of them. Half the group outfits trim was gold and the others were silver. 

"Thanks, this outfit makes me a little upset though," Jongho said, the last part only Yeosang could hear.

"Why?" Yeosang asked, pushing a strand of hair out of his face.

"It exceeds my three-color rule, I have to wear dark emerald boots." Jongho unhappily grumbled.

Letting out a laugh Yeosang smiled as Jongho, "You drive me crazy sometimes!"

Before they could continue their conversation one of the stylists called Yeosang over to get his makeup done.

"Hello Yeosang-ssi," the stylist greeted as Yeosang sat down on the chair. "You ready?"

Yeosang nodded, the dread slowly building within him. As she started fixing up his hair he couldn't take his eyes off his birthmark. For some reason, he just could not stand it today.

"How do you like that?" The stylist asked as she put pins in Yeasong's hair. "I'm thinking we could give you a little lift here like how you look in the Halazia music video.."

"Yeah," Yeosang mumbled, trying to hide his sadness. He really did like his hair in Halazia, it just didn't feel right today.

"Hello Kang Yeosangie!" Hongjoong said, coming into the mirror's view. He was holding one of their logbook cameras. "How are you feeling to finally be in L. A and shoot this music show performance?"

"Fine I guess," Yeosang shrugged as his makeup artist started putting on setting powder.

Behind the camera, Hongjoong's face fell and he dropped the camera. "What's wrong?"

Yeosang shook his head as the stylist finished.

"You're all good," she said.

Yeosang stood up and walked away, getting followed by a worried Hongjoong.

"Yeosang," the boy froze as he felt Hongjoong's hand on his shoulder. "Why are you acting like this?"

The younger turned around only to be met by the concerned eyes of his leader, making him slowly crack. He felt his tear ducks start to get filled and he sniffled. Sensing his member was about to cry, Hongjoong grabbed the younger hand and took them into a separate room.

"Yeosang,"

"I hate it," Yeosang choked out, tears pooling at the bottom of his eyes. "So much."

"Hate what," Hongjoong used the corner of his sleeve to wipe away Yeosang's tears.

Yeosang angrily pointed at his birthmark. He couldn't stand looking at it or thinking about it.

"Sangie," Hongjoong's face fell. He knew very well that Yeosang's birthmark was something he disliked, though he thought he was starting to appreciate it a little more. "It's beautiful, you know that."

Yeosang shook his head as more tears fell. He didn't know why he was feeling so much hate about his face today, but he couldn't help it. Without any warning, Yeosang felt Hongjoong warm his arm around him. Not caring that he messed up his makeup and hair, Yeosang moved his head so he was pressed into Hongjoong's neck. As he sobbed Hongjoong continued to stroke his head.

"I hate it, why can't it just be covered up!" Yeosang sobbed.

"Baby, we can cover it, but people expect to see it." Hongjoong shushed the boy. "I think it's beautiful Sangie, and I know everyone does. Hwa, Yunnie, Sannie, Min, Youngie, and Jjong. We all love it including Atiny. And I think you should love it as well. Just because it's different from what other people have, it's special because you're special and I think you should know that."

Yeosang sniffled, Hongjoong's words hitting him soft but meaningful. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.

"And Sang," Hongjoong pulled away from the hug and looked the crying boy in the face. "I think you should do what will make you feel happy, proud, and confident. Our differences are human and that's what makes everyone unique because without that we'd all be the same. And trust me the world would be a little boring if that's how it was. So what do you say? You wanna go out there and give L.A the best Halazia performance they've ever seen?"

After a short pause, Yeosang nodded. He was going to go out there with his birthmark on full display, and he was going to be proud and happy about it.

Giving a smile of relief and pure father-like proudness, Hongjoong grabbed Yeosang's hand and let him back to the dressing room. No one can tell Yeosang his birthmark isn't beautiful or they'd be lying.

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Hello y'all, wow 5K reads, something I don't think I'd ever say allowed (or write for that matter.) I know I've said this back for the 1K thing, but when I started writing this it was a way for me to develop my writing skills while doing it on some of the biggest role models of my life. So now seeing that I have people giving me requests and voting for my chapters makes me happy. So I just wanted to let all of you wonderful readers that I'm very thankful, and I can not express that enough, of all the love you've given just by deciding to read this. And I know some people may be thinking I'm being dramatic, maybe I am, I've gone through some hard things in my life, everyone has. So when I write it makes me feel safe, same with K-pop. So take this chapter as a gift from me to you guys. Be your individual, unique, quirky, different selves, and stay happy.

Goodbye everyone and thank you once again!

-MouseDragon100

(P.S. Requests are still open and I think this is for 5K, my Wattpad was glitching and for some reason, it was telling me this had 10K reads so please correct me if I'm wrong)