Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Dimmed Lights (Ten)

The energy in the arena was electric. Fans were cheering, the lights were flashing, and the music was a powerful wave that washed over the crowd. WayV was in the midst of their performance, their synchronized moves and harmonies drawing roars of approval from the audience. Ten, known for his impeccable dancing and charismatic presence, was giving his all on stage.

But behind the dazzling smile and vibrant performance, Ten felt an unsettling weakness creeping through him. He'd been feeling unwell for days-what started as a nagging cough and a slight fever had worsened in the past 24 hours. Despite his efforts to push through, the symptoms had intensified. His throat felt raw, and his body was weighed down by fatigue.

As the concert progressed, Ten's condition became increasingly difficult to ignore. His usual fluid movements were now slightly stiff, and he struggled to keep up with the intense choreography. The bright lights that once invigorated him now seemed to add to his discomfort. He felt a growing dizziness, and his vision began to blur intermittently.

During a particularly high-energy segment of the performance, Ten's knees felt wobbly, and his breathing grew uneven. He tried to mask his discomfort with a bright smile, but the effort was beginning to show. As he spun into a move, he felt a wave of nausea and his vision narrowed. The room seemed to tilt, and he fought to stay upright.

The rest of WayV, noticing Ten's struggle, exchanged worried glances. Lucas, standing close to Ten, saw him stagger and immediately moved to support him. He reached out, but before he could fully stabilize Ten, a sudden wave of weakness overtook him. Ten's legs gave way, and he collapsed on stage, the spotlight casting an ominous glow over him.

The music screeched to a halt as the audience fell into a stunned silence. The rest of the members rushed to Ten's side, their faces a mix of alarm and concern. Hendery, who had been closest to Ten, crouched down beside him, his hands gently cradling Ten's head.

"Ten! Are you okay?" Hendery's voice trembled as he tried to gauge the severity of the situation.

Ten's eyes fluttered open briefly, his face pale and damp with sweat. He managed a weak, pained smile before his eyes closed again. The sight of their friend and bandmate in such distress was overwhelming, and panic began to ripple through the group.

Kun, ever the leader, took charge. "We need to get him off stage. Quickly!"

The members carefully lifted Ten, each of them supporting a part of his frail form as they carried him backstage. The sudden shift from the electrifying concert atmosphere to the tense backstage area was jarring. The once enthusiastic cheers had turned into concerned whispers as fans sensed something was wrong.

Backstage, Ten was gently laid on a couch. His breaths were shallow, and his face was flushed with fever. The members gathered around him, their worry palpable. Winwin rushed to get a cool cloth and water while Xiaojun called for medical assistance.

"He's burning up," Winwin said, placing the damp cloth on Ten's forehead. "We need to get him checked out."

Kun nodded, his face a mask of concern. "The paramedics are on their way. Just stay calm and keep him comfortable."

As they waited, the rest of WayV tried to keep their emotions in check. Yangyang and Chenle, who was backstage watching the concert, took turns speaking soothingly to Ten, though he was barely conscious. They knew that remaining calm was crucial, both for Ten's sake and for managing the situation with the fans and staff.

The paramedics arrived quickly, their presence a mix of professional calm and urgency. They began assessing Ten's condition, taking his temperature and checking his vitals.

"He's running a high fever and appears to be dehydrated," one of the paramedics noted as they worked. "We need to get him to the hospital for further evaluation."

The members watched anxiously as Ten was carefully loaded onto a stretcher and prepared for transport. Kun and the other members followed closely behind, their hearts heavy with concern.

At the hospital, Ten was taken into a private room where doctors began a more thorough examination. The members waited in the lobby, the weight of the evening's events settling heavily on their shoulders. They had been so focused on delivering the best performance possible that they hadn't anticipated something like this.

After what felt like an eternity, a doctor finally emerged from the room, offering a reassuring smile. "Mr Chittaphon is stable now. He was severely dehydrated and had a terrible fever, but he's responding well to treatment. We'll keep him overnight for observation, but he should be okay."

Relief washed over the group, though their faces were still etched with concern. Kun took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting the fatigue of the long night. "Can we see him?"

The doctor nodded. "He's still resting, but you can visit for a short while."

They entered Ten's room quietly. The dim light of the hospital room was a stark contrast to the bright stage lights. Ten was lying in bed, an IV drip feeding fluids and medication into his arm. His color had improved slightly, and he looked more at ease.

Kun gently took Ten's hand, his voice soft and filled with warmth. "We're here, Ten. You gave it your all, and you did great. Just rest now."

Ten's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Kun's voice. He gave a faint smile, his strength still sapped but his spirit unwavering. "I'm sorry... I didn't want to ruin the show..."

"No, you didn't ruin anything," Kun reassured him, his voice steady. "You did your best, and that's all anyone could ask for. Just focus on getting better."

As Ten closed his eyes again, comforted by the presence of his friends, the weight of the night's events began to lift. The performance had been unforgettable in more ways than one, but through the trials and challenges, the bond between the members of WayV remained as strong as ever.