Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Healing Hearts (Yuhi)

In the bustling world of K-pop, where fame and fortune often obscure personal struggles, Yuhi found himself adrift. For months, NEXZ seemed to have drifted away from him, their once close-knit bond now fractured. Despite his attempts to reach out-inviting them for shopping trips or casual café outings-his invitations were met with a consistent string of "busy" excuses. The loneliness gnawed at him, making him feel increasingly isolated.

One evening, after a particularly grueling music show performance, the members gathered in their van, discussing plans for dinner. Yuhi was left out of the conversation, not even acknowledged. The hurt, bottled up for too long, reached a breaking point.

"Why does it feel like you guys don't even want me around?" Yuhi's voice, usually so steady, cracked as he shouted, his emotions spilling out uncontrollably. The members stared at him in stunned silence. Without waiting for a response, Yuhi stormed out of the van, leaving his members bewildered and anxious.

Back at the dorm, Yuhi retreated to his room, seeking solace in the solitude. He pulled out a hidden blade he kept concealed within a book on his shelf, feeling a hollow comfort in its cold steel. As he sat down, he noticed that the previous cuts he had made had reopened from the day's performance. Desperation drove him to make deeper cuts, his trembling hands betraying his distress.

His cries of pain were interrupted by the sound of the door being banged on. Panic surged through him as he heard his members' voices calling out his name.

"Yuhi, we're sorry! We're so sorry for everything!" Tomoya's voice was laced with regret and concern as he tried to force the locked door open.

Yuki's voice broke through next, filled with anguish. "Hyui hyung, I'm so sorry! We ignored you and left you out. You always tried to spend time with us, and we just pushed you away. You didn't deserve that."

Yuhi's sobs grew louder, muffled by the door as he sat on the floor, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions. Yuki slid down the door, his own tears mingling with his words. "Hyung, I miss you so much. I'm so sorry for the way we treated you. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please, just let me in."

Yu joined Yuki, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "What we did was inexcusable. We should have been there for you, and I'm so sorry for causing you this pain."

Haru's voice came next, filled with sorrowful reflection. "All you wanted was our company and we neglected you. We failed you as friends and as your family. We want to make it right. Please, Hyui, let us help you."

Seita, too, stepped forward, his voice breaking with sincerity. "Hyui, we're all idiots. We promised to be a team and a family, but we fell short. I don't expect you to forgive us right away, but I hope you can see how deeply we regret our actions."

The heartfelt apologies pierced through Yuhi's pain, making him feel both comforted and devastated. He hesitated, torn between his fear of rejection and the overwhelming realization that his members truly cared. Finally, he decided to open the door.

The instant the lock clicked, Yuki rushed in, enveloping Yuhi in a tight hug. The other members quickly followed, gathering around him, their expressions a mix of concern and relief. Yuhi's tears flowed freely, his heartache palpable.

As they embraced, So Geon's gaze fell upon a bloodied shirt and the glint of the blade on the floor. His eyes widened in horror as he pieced together the grim reality. He looked at Yuhi with a mix of fear and empathy, realizing the severity of the situation.

"Hyui," S Geon's voice was steady but filled with concern. "Where are the cuts?"

Yuhi tried to retreat, his voice breaking with desperation. "No, let go. Please..."

Haru, noticing the urgency, tried to intervene. "So Geon, he looks like he's in pain. We should give him space."

"No," So Geon's voice softened, but it held firm. "Yuhi, we need to see the cuts. We can't help you if you don't let us."

"Please," Yuhi's voice cracked. "I don't want anyone to see..."

So Geon gently but persistently reached out to examine Yuhi's arms, despite his attempts to pull away. "Yuhi, we're here for you. We won't hurt you. We just want to help."

Tomoya, seeing the turmoil on Yuhi's face, gently patted his leg, trying to provide comfort. But the contact made Yuhi flinch, causing So Geon to realize the gravity of the situation.

Yuhi's gaze met So Geon's, filled with fear and resignation. The members watched in silence as So Geon took Yuhi's hands and held them, his expression one of deep sympathy and determination.

"Hyui,"Seita's voice was soothing, "we know we messed up. We're sorry. I'm here now, and we're going to get through this together."

As the other members gathered around, Tomoya's voice offered a gentle reassurance. "It'll be okay, Hyui. We love you."

Yu kneeled in front of Yuhi, his face wet with tears. "We need to take care of your wounds. We'll do it slowly, and you can tell us if it's too much."

Yuhi hesitated but nodded reluctantly. With the encouragement and gentle touches from his members, he finally revealed his wounds. The cuts on his thighs and arms were visible, some infected and some still raw.

Haru brought over a first aid kit while So Geon prepared to clean the wounds. As he worked, the members provided emotional support, each offering comforting words and reassurances. Tomoya held Yuhi's hand, Yuki kissed his face, and Yu played with his hair to soothe him.

With each swipe of the sterile pad, Yuhi winced, but Haru held his hand tightly, offering silent support. "I know it hurts, but it's important to clean these wounds. Just a little longer."

As So Geon finished treating Yuhi's injuries, he checked his arms to ensure they were healing properly. The wounds were still painful, but they were manageable.

The members gathered on the couch, with Yuhi finally allowing himself to relax. Haru made sure he was comfortable on his lap while Yu prepared a light meal. The room, once tense with guilt and sadness, now held a sense of tentative hope and healing.

As Yuhi lay on Haru's lap, he listened to the comforting sounds of his members discussing ways to prevent such pain in the future. They decided to remove all blades from the dorm, ensuring that such a situation would never happen again.

"Yuhi," Yu's voice was tender as he woke Hyui. "We need to check your wounds and make sure they're bandaged. Can you show us them again?"

Yuhi, still feeling vulnerable, nodded slowly. "They're on my thighs and arms... The ones on my legs are worse."

Yu looked at Yuhi with a tearful yet determined expression. "We're here for you. We'll get through this together. Just focus on us."

As Yu and TTomoya bandaged the wounds, the other members provided comfort, their presence a constant reminder of their love and support. Yuhi focused on their words, their touches, and their reassuring smiles.

When the bandaging was done, the members settled around Yuhi, watching movies and basking in the warmth of their renewed bond. The pain and isolation Yuhi had felt for so long began to ease, replaced by the comforting presence of his members.

In the midst of the darkness, Yuhi had found a glimmer of hope. His members had shown him their regret and their commitment to be there for him. The road to healing would be long, but with the support of his friends and family, Yuhi knew he wouldn't have to face it alone.