Jun Sickfics (Seventeen)

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The lights of the concert hall blazed down like the sun, bathing the stage in a blinding glow. Thousands of fans roared, their chants weaving together in a vibrant tapestry of sound. At the center of it all stood Jun, one of the most beloved K-pop idols of his generation, a whirlwind of energy and charisma. Tonight, however, he felt more like a marionette, strings frayed from overuse.
"Jun, keep it up!" Seungcheol shouted over the din, his voice barely cutting through the euphoric screams of their fans. Seungcheol, the leader, was always the glue that held them together, but tonight even he seemed to have a hint of worry etched on his brow.
"Yeah, Jun! Just a bit more!" Hoshi chimed in, his ever-enthusiastic spirit unrelenting. He danced around Jun, his movements sharp and precise, as if he were the embodiment of the energy they needed.
Jun forced a smile, but inside, exhaustion clawed at him like a wild beast. He had been rehearsing for weeks without a break. The rigors of vocal training, dance practice, and endless promotional schedules weighed heavily on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, but it felt like a stone lodged in his chest.
"What's wrong?" Wonwoo, standing close, shot him a concerned glance. "You look pale."
"Nothing," Jun replied, too quickly. "Just... a little tired."
"More than a little," Mingyu interjected, his brow furrowing. "You need to take care of yourself, man. Can you even hear the crowd?"
Jun forced his gaze to the sea of light sticks, the vibrant colors swirling in harmony with the music. He could hear them, but their voices blurred into a single, overwhelming wave. "I'm fine! Really!"
"Fine, huh?" Jeonghan's voice dripped with skepticism as he danced into Jun's peripheral vision. "You're about to fall over. Just a few more songs, and then you can rest."
"Promise?" Jun managed a weak smile, but he could feel the world spinning slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, shaking his head as if to clear it.
"Hey, don't close your eyes!" Joshua said, his tone light yet firm. "You've got this, Jun. Just focus on the music."
But focusing was becoming increasingly difficult. Jun's legs felt as if they were encased in lead, and a wave of dizziness crashed over him. He took a step back, the stage tilting beneath him. The bright lights danced in patterns that made his head spin faster.
"Jun?" Dino's voice broke through the haze, filled with concern. The youngest member had a way of cutting through the noise, his innocence a balm to Jun's fraying nerves.
"Just need a moment..." Jun breathed out, but as he turned to face his bandmates, the stage seemed to tilt dangerously. He staggered, the world blurring into a whirlpool of colors, and then—
THUD.
The sound of his body hitting the stage was swallowed by the roar of the crowd, but the alarmed cries from the other members cut through the chaos like a knife.
"Jun!" Hoshi screamed, rushing to his side, panic lacing his voice. "Get up! Please!"
Seungcheol was there, kneeling beside him, his hands on Jun's shoulders as he shook him gently. "Jun, wake up! We need you!"
A low moan escaped Jun's lips as he blinked, struggling to focus. The faces of his friends hovered above him, worry etched into their features. "What... happened?"
"You collapsed!" Mingyu's voice trembled, barely masking his fear. "You scared us!"
"I'm fine," Jun insisted, though his voice was shaky. "I just need to rest for a second."
"Rest? You're in the middle of a concert!" Jeonghan replied, his voice rising. "We can't just leave you here."
"What's the plan, then?" Woozi interjected, his tone sharp but his eyes softening as he looked at Jun. "We can't continue like this. You need to see a medic."
Joshua nodded vigorously, glancing back at the audience, who were still chanting Jun's name, albeit with a hint of concern. "They'll understand if we take a break. Your health comes first."
"No! We can't!" Jun struggled to sit up, but the world spun again, forcing him back down. "I have to finish... they came for us."
"You're not going anywhere until you're sure you're okay," Seungcheol said, his voice a mix of authority and fear. "You're more important than the performance."
Jun's heart sank at the thought of disappointing their fans, the very people who had supported him through everything. "But—"
"No buts," Hoshi interrupted, his eyes fierce. "We're a team, and right now, you need us to be strong for you."
A heavy silence fell among the members as they all met each other's eyes, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the air. Jun felt their worry, their love. It was a bittersweet comfort, knowing they cared, but he couldn't shake the guilt.
"Okay," Jun murmured, surrendering to the moment. "Just... don't leave me."
"Never," Dino said, a soft smile breaking through the tension. "We're right here."
As the medics rushed onto the scene, Jun felt himself being lifted, his body weightless in their care. He could hear the murmurs of concern from the fans, but it felt distant, like echoes from a faraway place. The bright lights dimmed slightly, and he closed his eyes, letting the voices of his friends wrap around him like a warm blanket.
"Stay with us, Jun," Seungcheol urged, his hand gripping Jun's tightly. "You're going to be okay."
The medics began their checks, their movements efficient. "Just relax, Jun. We're going to take care of you," one of them said, their voice calm.
Jun focused on that voice, letting it guide him through the fog. "I'm... sorry," he whispered, feeling the weight of his apology.
"Don't apologize," Wonwoo replied softly, his brow furrowed. "Just get better. We'll find a way to make it up to the fans."
"Yeah!" Seungkwan added, his voice brightening. "We'll do a special performance just for them, just us and you when you're ready."
"Can we do that?" Jun asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course!" Hoshi beamed, his optimism unwavering. "You're our star, Jun. We'll make it happen together."
As the medics continued to work, Jun felt a sense of peace wash over him. The love of his bandmates, the support of their fans—it was overwhelming in the best way. He was not alone in this.
Eventually, they helped him sit up, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the faces of the fans, still chanting his name, their light sticks waving in solidarity. A surge of warmth filled him. They were waiting for him, not just as an idol, but as Jun.
"I'll be back," he promised, his voice stronger now. "I swear."
Seungcheol grinned, relief flooding his features. "We'll hold you to that."
With the medics finishing their checks, Jun felt the tension in his body ease. The concert may have stopped for him, but it wasn't over. There was still a fight to be had, a journey to continue, and he wasn't going to face it alone.
"Alright," he said, determination igniting within him. "Let's show them what we can do."
And as the lights flickered back on, Jun felt ready to embrace the stage again, surrounded by his friends, his family, and the unwavering support of their fans. The central conflict had shifted, but their unity remained unbroken, and together, they were unstoppable.

The End 🎈