Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Late-Night Practice (Riwoo)

Riwoo had always prided himself on his dancing. As the main dancer of BoyNextDoor, he was responsible for leading many of the group's intricate routines, setting the standard for the other members. But with that responsibility came immense pressure. Each performance had to be flawless, each move executed with precision. There was no room for error.

Lately, though, the pressure had been building, weighing heavier on him with every passing day. The new comeback was approaching, and the choreography was more challenging than ever. Riwoo found himself spending extra hours in the practice room, rehearsing long after the other members had gone back to the dorm. He needed every move to be perfect, every detail polished.

His body, however, was starting to fight back. For the past few days, he had felt off. His throat was scratchy, his head ached, and there was a general heaviness in his limbs that he couldn't shake. But he pushed through, convincing himself that it was just a small cold-nothing serious. He couldn't afford to rest, not with so much at stake.

"Just one more time," he whispered to himself as he reset the music on the stereo for the tenth time that night. The rest of the group had already gone back to the dorm, leaving him alone to practice. His legs felt shaky, and his vision blurred slightly when he moved too fast, but he ignored it, pushing himself harder.

As the music blared through the speakers, Riwoo threw himself into the routine, forcing his body to keep up with the demanding choreography. His feet slid across the polished floor, his arms cutting through the air with precision. But the room seemed to spin around him, the dizziness becoming more intense with each step.

His chest tightened, and he stumbled slightly, catching himself before he could fall. No, I can't stop. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the rhythm of the song, on the beat. Just one more run-through, then I'll go to bed.

But his body had reached its limit.

In the middle of a complicated turn, Riwoo's foot slipped on the smooth floor, and before he could react, he was falling. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud, pain shooting up from his ankle as it twisted beneath him. He gasped, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he lay there, unable to move.

The pain in his ankle was excruciating, but it was the exhaustion that overwhelmed him. His head throbbed, and the world seemed to tilt around him. I'm so tired.

He tried to push himself up, but his body refused to cooperate. His vision blurred further, dark spots appearing at the edges, and his strength drained away completely. I can't do this... not anymore.

Meanwhile, back at the dorm, Sungho was pacing in the living room. It was getting late, and Riwoo still hadn't returned. The others-Jaehyun, Taesan, Leehan, and Woonhak-were scattered around the room, their own concern growing as the night dragged on.

"Where is he?" Sungho muttered, glancing at the clock for the third time in the past five minutes.

"He's probably still practicing," Jaehyun said, though he didn't sound convinced. "You know how Riwoo is. He doesn't stop until he's satisfied."

Taesan frowned, setting down the book he had been pretending to read. "He's been pushing himself too hard lately. He's not looking good."

Woonhak, who had been scrolling through his phone, looked up with worry in his eyes. "Should we go check on him? It's really late."

Sungho nodded, already grabbing his jacket. "Yeah, let's go. Something doesn't feel right."

The five of them hurried back to the practice room, their unease growing with every step. When they reached the door, they could hear the faint sound of music still playing inside. Sungho pushed the door open, his heart dropping at the sight before him.