Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Painful Disappointment (Hoshi)

The lights of the arena were bright, the energy electric as fans screamed for Seventeen. The group's name echoed across the space, growing louder with each cheer. Backstage, the members were getting ready, making their final preparations for the performance they had worked tirelessly to perfect.

Hoshi stood off to the side, watching his members as they hyped each other up. His heart pounded in sync with the beats of the music reverberating through the walls. Normally, this was the moment he lived for—the rush of adrenaline before a show, the bond between him and the others growing even tighter in the minutes before stepping on stage.

But tonight was different.

A dull throb had taken root at the base of his skull earlier in the day, slowly growing in intensity. He had pushed it aside, told himself it was nothing, just pre-show jitters, something a bit of water and deep breathing could fix. But as the hours ticked by, that dull ache blossomed into something far more sinister.

Now, as the moments inched closer to showtime, Hoshi found himself gripping the edge of the table in the dressing room, his breathing shallow as the pain in his head flared. It felt as if someone was driving a hot spike through his temple, the sharpness of it stealing his breath. He blinked rapidly, his vision blurring at the edges, and nausea churned his stomach.

He pressed his palm against his forehead, willing the pain to ease, but it only intensified. His heart raced with panic, his body betraying him in the one place he needed it most. The concert. The fans. His performance. The thought of missing it—of letting everyone down—made the pain worse, but he could barely stand.

"Hoshi?" a voice came from behind him, startling him out of his spiral. It was Jeonghan. "Are you okay?"

Hoshi forced a smile, but it was weak and didn’t reach his eyes. "Yeah... just a bit tired," he lied, but his voice cracked with the effort.

Jeonghan stepped closer, his perceptive gaze taking in Hoshi’s pale face and trembling hands. "You don’t look good. Are you sure you're okay?"

Before Hoshi could respond, another wave of pain surged, making him stumble. His hand shot out, gripping Jeonghan’s arm for support. His vision dimmed, spots dancing in his eyes as he fought to stay upright.

“Hoshi?” Jeonghan’s voice was sharp with concern now. He called out, “Shua! Come here!”

Within seconds, Seungcheol and Joshua were at Hoshi’s side, their faces etched with worry. Seungcheol placed a hand on Hoshi’s shoulder, his grip firm. “What’s wrong?”

“I—I can’t…” Hoshi whispered, his voice barely audible as he pressed his hand to his temple. “It hurts…so much…”

Joshua quickly guided him to a chair, his brow furrowing. “What hurts? Is it your head?”

Hoshi nodded weakly, clutching his head as another jolt of pain lanced through him. His body shook, cold sweat beading on his forehead. The bright lights of the dressing room only made it worse, stabbing at his already hypersensitive senses.

“Migraine,” Hoshi finally managed to choke out. “I’ve had it all day. It’s... it’s getting worse.”

Seungcheol crouched down in front of him, his face filled with concern. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“I didn’t want to—" Hoshi gasped as another wave of agony hit him, cutting off his sentence. “I didn’t want to let you down. The concert…”

The members exchanged glances, the weight of the situation settling in. Hoshi’s migraines weren’t new to them—they had seen him suffer from them before—but never like this. Never to the point where he couldn’t function.