Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Fevered Bonds (Yunho)

The rehearsal room was quiet now, save for the soft sounds of shoes scuffing against the floor as the members of ATEEZ wound down from a long day of practice. The group had been working tirelessly for their upcoming comeback, and though their bodies were worn, their spirits remained high. Yunho, as usual, had been one of the most energetic, dancing through every routine with a wide smile on his face, encouraging his members to keep going even when exhaustion started to take its toll.

But tonight, something felt off.

Yunho had started feeling an unusual weariness creeping up on him during their final practice run. A deep, lingering tiredness that wasn't just from the physical strain of hours of choreography. It was different, a heaviness settling into his limbs and an uncomfortable warmth spreading through his body. At first, he brushed it off, thinking he was simply pushing himself too hard, but by the time they finished, a headache had begun to pound at his temples, and his vision had grown slightly blurred around the edges.

Not now, Yunho thought as he tried to shake off the discomfort. They were so close to their comeback, and the last thing he wanted was to slow things down or worry the others.

"Yunho, you okay?" Seonghwa asked, his keen eyes catching the slight droop in Yunho's posture.

Yunho forced a smile, waving him off. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little tired."

Seonghwa didn't seem convinced, but he let it go. They were all tired, and it was normal for someone to feel a bit more worn out than usual. With a gentle clap on Yunho's shoulder, Seonghwa led the group out of the practice room and back to the dorms.

By the time they arrived, the aching in Yunho's body had worsened. His skin felt hot to the touch, though he was starting to shiver. He tried to hide it, keeping his movements casual as he slipped into his shared room with San, hoping no one would notice.

San was already sprawled out on his bed, flipping through his phone and humming quietly to himself. He glanced up when Yunho entered, noticing his friend's unusually pale face.

"Hyung, are you sure you're okay?" San asked, his playful tone replaced with concern. "You look kind of... off."

Yunho gave a nonchalant wave. "I'm fine. Just going to sleep early tonight."

San frowned, but Yunho turned away too quickly for him to press further. Exhausted, Yunho collapsed onto his bed, pulling the covers over himself in hopes that sleep would drive away the feverish heat radiating through his body.

Hours later, San stirred awake. Something was off. He blinked groggily, the room dim with only the faint light from the streetlamp outside casting shadows on the walls. He was about to roll over and go back to sleep when a soft sound caught his attention. It was a quiet, shaky breath.

He turned toward Yunho's bed and froze.

Yunho was trembling under his blanket, his breathing shallow and labored. Even in the dark, San could see the sheen of sweat on his forehead, his skin pale except for the flushed redness across his cheeks.

Panic shot through San like a lightning bolt. He scrambled out of bed, rushing to Yunho's side. His hand touched Yunho's forehead, and he immediately recoiled. Yunho was burning up, his skin scalding hot.

"Yunho-hyung! Wake up!" San's voice trembled with fear as he shook his friend's shoulder gently.

Yunho stirred, his eyes fluttering open, but they were unfocused, glazed over with fever. His whole body was trembling, and each breath he took seemed to be a struggle.

San's heart raced as he shouted, "Help! Guys, help! Yunho-hyung's really sick!"

Within seconds, the dorm was in chaos. The other members rushed into the room, their faces full of concern as they gathered around Yunho.