Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

The Weight of Sound (Jun Han)

The atmosphere was electric. The cheers from the fans reverberated through the venue, the pounding bass of the speakers making the ground tremble beneath Jun Han's feet. He stood on stage, his guitar slung across his shoulder, his fingers expertly navigating the strings as the lights above bathed him in a mixture of neon blues and purples.

Xdinary Heroes was halfway through their set, and the energy was palpable. The connection between them and their fans, the sound of the instruments blending seamlessly, was the lifeblood of their performance. Jun Han's fingers danced effortlessly over his guitar, the crowd responding with enthusiastic cheers.

As they launched into the next song, something caught his eye—a flicker in the stage lights above. He barely registered it before a loud crack sounded overhead, followed by the creak of metal. Time seemed to slow as a rig above him lurched dangerously forward.

In a split second, Jun Han tried to step back, but before he could react, the heavy rig crashed down. It clipped his shoulder, the force sending a jolt of pain through his body. His guitar strap dug into his skin as he staggered, barely managing to keep his footing.

The adrenaline coursing through his veins dulled the immediate pain. The lights swirled, and the music thumped louder, drowning out the sharp stab in his shoulder. He gritted his teeth, pushing through, determined not to let it show. The fans were watching. The show had to go on.

Jun Han forced a smile, his fingers trembling slightly as they resumed playing. His shoulder throbbed, but he shoved the pain to the back of his mind. There was no time for weakness, not here, not now.

As the concert continued, the pain persisted, a nagging reminder of the malfunction. But Jun Han, ever the professional, refused to let it ruin the night.

Backstage, the air was thick with the post-concert buzz. The members congratulated each other, their faces flushed with excitement and exhaustion. Jun Han felt his stomach twist, knowing that something was wrong. His shoulder burned, and every slight movement sent a wave of pain down his arm.

"You alright, Jun Han?" Gunil's voice cut through the chatter. The leader's sharp eyes zeroed in on him, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired," Jun Han lied, forcing another smile. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, more from the pain than the heat of the stage. Gunil looked skeptical but didn't push.

The members settled in for a quick break, their laughter and conversation filling the room. Jun Han slipped away, heading to the bathroom under the guise of needing some air. Once inside, he closed the door and leaned against the sink, wincing as he gingerly touched his shoulder.

The area where the rig had hit was already bruising, a deep purple spreading across his skin. He tried lifting his arm, but the moment he moved it past a certain angle, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through him, nearly making him cry out.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, clenching his jaw against the pain.

He knew something was wrong—more than just a bruise. But he couldn't worry the others. They had another concert in two days, and the last thing they needed was for him to be sidelined. His guitar was his voice on stage. He couldn't let this stop him.

The next day was a blur of rehearsals and preparations for the upcoming concert. Jun Han gritted his teeth, determined to power through the pain. He avoided lifting his arm unnecessarily, but every time he reached for his guitar or strummed the strings, his shoulder screamed in protest.

It wasn't long before Gaon, sharp-eyed and always in tune with the smallest details, noticed something off.

"Hey, Jun Han, are you good?" Gaon asked casually, though his eyes were filled with concern. "You've been holding your guitar differently."