Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Through the Shadows (Mingi)

The night was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the air conditioning. Mingi lay on his bed, his body enveloped in a thin sheen of sweat. The high fever had struck him suddenly, and now he was caught in the throes of delirium, his mind a battleground of fevered dreams and fears.

Seonghwa had been the first to notice something was off. Mingi had been unusually quiet during dinner, and when he hadn’t joined them for their usual night of bonding, Seonghwa had gone to check on him. He found Mingi tossing restlessly in bed, his face flushed and his breathing uneven.

“Mingi,” Seonghwa said gently, sitting beside him and placing a cool hand on his forehead. The heat radiating from Mingi's body was alarming. “You’re burning up.”

Mingi’s eyes fluttered open, though they seemed unfocused. “Seonghwa… it’s so cold…”

“Just stay still,” Seonghwa instructed, grabbing a thermometer from the nightstand. As he took Mingi’s temperature, his worry grew. The fever was dangerously high.

“Everyone, wake up!” Seonghwa called out, urgency in his voice. “Mingi’s sick. We need to get him to a doctor.”

The emergency room was a whirlwind of activity. Mingi was admitted quickly, the medical team working efficiently to stabilize him. The members of Ateez, now wide awake and deeply concerned, huddled together in the waiting area, their faces a mix of anxiety and exhaustion.

Hongjoong paced back and forth, his normally confident demeanor replaced by worry. “He’s going to be okay, right? He has to be.”

Yunho placed a comforting hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder. “The doctors are doing everything they can. Mingi’s strong. He’ll pull through.”

Yeosang, trying to keep his composure, clutched a small teddy bear he’d brought for Mingi. “I hope he’s not too scared.”

San, his face pale, sat quietly, his fingers nervously tapping against his knee. “He always hides his fears from us. I hope he knows we’re here for him.”

Wooyoung, who had been trying to stay calm, finally broke down. “I hate seeing him like this. We need to do something.”

Jongho, his face resolute, nodded in agreement. “We’ll be there for him no matter what. That’s what matters.”

Back in the hospital room, Mingi was drifting in and out of consciousness. The fever had caused hallucinations, his mind conjuring nightmarish visions. Shadows twisted and morphed into grotesque forms, whispering his deepest fears. He saw images of the stage collapsing, his friends falling into darkness, and the familiar faces of his members becoming twisted and unrecognizable.

“Mingi-ssi, can you hear me?” Seonghwa’s voice cut through the fog of Mingi’s mind, grounding him. Seonghwa sat beside him, gently brushing his damp hair away from his face.

“Mingi, you’re not alone,” Hongjoong added, his voice soothing. “We’re all here with you.”

But Mingi’s eyes darted around, seeing nothing but shadows. “No… you’re not real. You’re not… not really here…”

“We are real, Mingi,” Yunho said firmly, his presence steady and reassuring. “You’re just having bad dreams. Focus on our voices. We’re right here.”

As the hours passed, the doctors ran tests and monitored Mingi’s condition closely. They finally delivered the diagnosis: Mingi was suffering from a rare condition known as psychogenic fever. The fever was not caused by an infection but was triggered by extreme stress and emotional turmoil. The condition had the unsettling side effect of bringing his deepest fears to life, causing hallucinations that felt all too real.