Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

When the World Spins (Xinlong)

The fan meet had been going smoothly. Boy Story was lined up on stage, bright lights illuminating their faces as they waved to the crowd. Xinlong sat comfortably in the middle, his smile as wide and genuine as ever. The energy in the room was contagious, and despite the long hours, he felt a rush of excitement each time a fan cheered his name. He lived for these moments—the connection, the love, the joy in seeing their fans face to face.

However, beneath that smile, something wasn't quite right.

Earlier in the day, the group had grabbed a quick bite to eat before the event. It wasn't unusual for them to squeeze in a quick meal between schedules, but something about today's food had felt a little off. Xinlong had taken a few bites of his meal—a local dish recommended by one of their coordinators—before noticing an odd aftertaste. He hadn't thought much of it at the time, assuming it was just unfamiliar to him.

Now, sitting under the intense lights with hundreds of eyes on him, he was regretting that decision. His stomach had started to churn, a subtle discomfort that was easy to ignore at first. But as the minutes ticked by, that discomfort slowly morphed into something worse—sharp pangs of nausea that made his head spin.

He shifted in his seat, trying to mask his unease with a smile, hoping the fans wouldn't notice. He couldn't ruin this event for them. They'd been waiting for so long to meet Boy Story, and Xinlong was determined to push through whatever this was.

The event continued, and they moved on to the Q&A session. Xinlong gripped the microphone tightly in his hand as he listened to the fans' questions. Hanyu, sitting next to him, answered a question about their latest album, his voice calm and composed. Xinlong tried to focus on what Hanyu was saying, but the spinning sensation in his head made it hard to concentrate. His hands grew clammy, and he felt a cold sweat starting to form on his forehead.

"Xinlong! Xinlong!" a fan in the audience called out, snapping him back to reality.

He blinked, forcing a smile. "Yes?"

The fan giggled, clearly excited to have his attention. "What's your favorite song to perform live?"

For a moment, Xinlong's mind went blank. His usual charm and confidence wavered as he fought against the wave of nausea building in his throat. "Uh... I think—" He paused, swallowing hard. His vision blurred momentarily, the lights above him intensifying the dizziness.

"Hey, Xinlong, you okay?" Zihao, sitting on his other side, asked quietly, his voice laced with concern. Zihao had noticed the slight tremble in Xinlong's hand as he held the microphone and the paleness creeping into his face.

"I'm fine," Xinlong muttered, forcing a reassuring smile. "Just a little hot in here."

Zihao didn't look convinced, but before he could press further, Mingrui jumped in to answer the fan's question. "His favorite song is 'Pump it,'" Mingrui said with a grin, deflecting attention away from Xinlong. The fans cheered, and the moment passed without too much suspicion.

But Xinlong wasn't fine. Not even close.

As the fan sign portion of the event began, Xinlong's condition rapidly deteriorated. He could feel the nausea rising, and no matter how much water he drank or how deep his breaths were, nothing seemed to help. His heart pounded in his chest, and a faint ringing began to echo in his ears. He glanced at the table, seeing the row of fans lined up with gifts and posters to sign. He couldn't stop now—not with so many people waiting.

One fan approached him, beaming with excitement, her hands shaking slightly as she handed him a letter. Xinlong smiled weakly, accepting the letter and scribbling his signature onto the poster she had placed in front of him. But as he leaned forward, the room tilted violently, and he had to grip the edge of the table to steady himself.