Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Waiting Room Glass (Hendery)

The air in the hospital waiting room was thick with unspoken tension. Kun sat hunched forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped tightly together as if in prayer. He stared blankly at the pale white walls, occasionally glancing at the doors leading to the surgical ward. The rest of the members—Ten, WinWin, Xiaojun, and Yangyang—were scattered around the room, each lost in their own worlds of worry.

Hendery had been taken in for surgery hours ago. It wasn’t supposed to be this serious. It was a procedure they all thought would go smoothly, with Hendery recovering in no time, back to his usual playful self. But the doctors had laid out the risks—small, but significant enough to keep them all on edge.

"He's going to be okay, right?" Yangyang's voice was soft, barely audible, as if saying it too loud would somehow jinx the hope he clung to.

Ten, pacing near the window, stopped for a moment, running a hand through his hair. "Of course. Hendery’s tough. He’ll pull through." His words were firm, but his voice betrayed him, shaking just slightly.

WinWin sat next to Kun, not speaking, just gently patting his back in a rhythm that was more for his own comfort than anyone else’s. Xiaojun stood by the wall, arms crossed, staring blankly at the ground. His jaw clenched, his thoughts running in circles about everything that could go wrong.

"He better be," Kun finally muttered, his voice strained. "Because I don’t know what I’ll do if—"

"Don’t," Xiaojun interrupted, his voice hard and brittle. "Don’t say it."

Kun nodded, biting his lip. None of them wanted to voice their darkest thoughts, even though they were all thinking it. The surgery was more complicated than they had anticipated, and with complications came uncertainty.

The sound of the clock ticking felt deafening. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours.

"Do you think…?" Ten began but trailed off, not sure how to finish the question.

"What?" WinWin asked, glancing over at him.

"Do you think we should have...stopped him? You know, from going through with it?"

They all fell silent. The question weighed heavily on them. Hendery had been so sure. He had smiled, laughed, and brushed off their concerns like they were nothing. "It’s just a surgery," he had said with his usual grin. "I’ll be fine, guys. Don’t worry so much."

But they had worried. And now, all they could do was wait.

Hendery's world had gone dark when they administered the anesthesia. When he woke up, everything was blurry—his body felt heavy, disconnected from his mind, like a stranger in his own skin. His chest ached, the bandages tight around his ribs, and the beeping of the monitors near his bed echoed in his ears. He blinked slowly, trying to remember where he was, why he felt like he had been crushed under a truck.

"Surgery..." The word stumbled out of his dry throat, barely audible.

He remembered now. The surgery. The risks. He had been confident, but now, lying there in pain, it all seemed so foolish.

Kun was the first to enter the room. His face lit up with relief as he saw Hendery awake, but his smile was fragile, teetering on the edge of crumbling.

"Hey..." Kun’s voice was soft, almost scared. He sat next to Hendery’s bed, his hand resting gently on his. "You scared the hell out of us, you know that?"

Hendery smiled weakly, but even that small effort exhausted him. "Sorry… Didn’t mean to..."

Ten, WinWin, Xiaojun, and Yangyang soon followed, crowding around the bed, relief washing over their faces as they saw their friend awake. But even though Hendery was out of surgery, the air still felt thick with worry, the unspoken question of what would come next hanging over them all.

The surgery had been successful, technically. But there were still uncertainties. Hendery would have to undergo a long recovery, and there was no guarantee of a full return to his previous health. The doctor had been blunt, speaking in cautious, measured terms that left them all uneasy.

Hendery closed his eyes, trying to fight the wave of dizziness and pain that swept over him. He could hear them talking, their voices soft, as if they didn’t want to disturb him. They were trying to be strong, for him and for each other, but Hendery could feel the tension behind every word.

Days passed, and Hendery’s recovery was slow, far slower than any of them had hoped. His body felt foreign, uncooperative. Every movement was a struggle, and the pain lingered, dull and constant, like a shadow he couldn’t shake.

At first, Hendery had tried to maintain his usual cheerful attitude, joking around with the members, reassuring them that he was fine. But as the days dragged on, it became harder to keep up the act. His body wasn’t healing the way it should have. There were complications—nothing life-threatening, but enough to remind him that he wasn’t the same. His confidence, once so unshakable, began to falter.

He hated it. He hated feeling weak, dependent on the others for help with even the smallest tasks. He hated the way they tiptoed around him, their concern always just below the surface, as if he were fragile, like glass that could shatter at any moment.

One afternoon, after another frustrating session with the physical therapist, Hendery lost it.

"This is pointless!" he snapped, shoving the therapist’s hands away as they tried to help him stand. "I can’t even do this. What’s the point?"

Kun, who had been quietly watching from the side, rushed over. "Hendery, take it easy—"

"No!" Hendery cut him off, his voice raw with frustration. "I’m tired of this! I’m tired of feeling useless!"

Kun flinched at the harshness in his voice but didn’t back down. "You’re not useless," he said firmly, his voice steady even though his heart was breaking seeing Hendery like this.

"Yeah?" Hendery spat, his eyes blazing with anger. "Then why do I feel like I can’t do anything anymore? Why do I feel like I’m never going to get better?"

Silence fell over the room. Kun’s expression softened, his anger dissipating into something gentler, something more fragile.

"You will get better," Kun said softly. "It’s just going to take time. You know that."

Hendery shook his head, his body trembling with frustration and exhaustion. "What if I don’t? What if I’m never the same again?"

For a moment, no one knew what to say. The possibility had always been there, lingering in the back of their minds, but no one had dared to voice it. Until now.

Ten, who had been leaning against the wall, finally spoke up, his voice quiet but unwavering. "Even if you don’t get back to where you were, that doesn’t change anything for us. You’re still you, Hendery. That’s what matters."

Yangyang nodded, stepping forward. "We don’t care about that. We just want you to be okay."

Hendery’s eyes welled up with tears, but he quickly blinked them away, not wanting to break down in front of them. "I just… I don’t know who I am if I can’t do the things I used to do."

WinWin, who had been quiet the whole time, moved closer, placing a hand on Hendery’s shoulder. "You’re still Hendery," he said softly. "And we’re still here for you. No matter what."

The weight of their words settled over Hendery like a warm blanket, comforting in its simplicity. It didn’t erase his fears or frustrations, but it made them feel a little less overwhelming.

Kun leaned in closer, his voice gentle but firm. "You don’t have to do this alone. We’re here, okay? We’ll get through this together."

Hendery didn’t say anything, but the tightness in his chest began to ease, just a little. He wasn’t sure what the future held for him, or if he would ever feel like himself again. But for now, knowing that his members were with him, that they hadn’t given up on him even when he had started to give up on himself—it was enough.

And maybe, just maybe, that was a good place to start.