Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

When the Body Speaks (Taeyoung)

The dull throb in Taeyoung's head had been a constant companion for days now. He blinked against the brightness of the dorm lights, his body feeling weak and shaky as he forced himself to sit up from the couch. His muscles ached with every movement, a reminder of the countless hours of practice he'd been pushing through.

Cravity's comeback was fast approaching, and Taeyoung had thrown himself into preparations without a second thought. The choreographer had been particularly demanding, and Taeyoung, as the lead dancer, felt an immense pressure to keep up. He'd been sticking to the strict diet set by their management, but lately, it had been taking a toll on him—more than he wanted to admit.

His body screamed for rest, for proper nourishment, but Taeyoung had convinced himself that he could handle it. That this was what it meant to be an idol. He didn't want to let anyone down, especially not his members. They worked just as hard, and the last thing he wanted was to be seen as weak.

But the truth was, he hadn't felt right for days. His vision blurred when he stood up too fast, and his stomach churned at the thought of eating anything substantial. He told himself it was fine, that his body would adjust. But deep down, he knew something was wrong.

"Taeyoung, are you okay?" Woobin's voice jolted him from his thoughts. The older member had been watching him closely for a while now, concerned about the younger's quiet demeanor.

Taeyoung forced a smile, waving him off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired from practice."

"You've been saying that a lot lately," Woobin pressed, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "Maybe you should rest a bit more. You've been pushing yourself hard."

"I will," Taeyoung lied, brushing past him toward the bathroom. His legs felt like they were made of lead, and it took every ounce of his willpower to keep his steps steady.

Once inside the bathroom, he leaned heavily against the sink, staring at his reflection. His face was pale, dark circles prominent under his eyes. He barely recognized himself. He splashed some cold water on his face, hoping it would help wake him up, but it did little to alleviate the dizziness swirling in his head.

When he returned to the living room, most of the members had gathered around the TV, watching a show. Serim glanced up, noticing Taeyoung's sluggish movements. "You sure you're okay, Tae?" he asked, his leader tone carrying concern.

"Yeah, I'll just head to bed early," Taeyoung mumbled, not wanting to draw more attention to himself. He moved toward the shared bedroom, ignoring the worried looks being exchanged behind him.

Once in his room, he collapsed onto his bed, barely managing to pull the covers over himself. His entire body ached, and it felt like his fever was spiking. He closed his eyes, willing the uncomfortable sensation away, but sleep refused to come. The chills running through him made it impossible to get comfortable, and soon, he was shivering uncontrollably beneath the blankets.

The next morning, Taeyoung woke up feeling worse than ever. His body was hot, his throat sore, and every movement felt like a monumental effort. He couldn't deny it any longer—he was sick. Really sick.

But today was another practice day, and Taeyoung couldn't afford to miss it. He dragged himself out of bed, swaying on his feet as dizziness threatened to take him down. He took slow, shallow breaths, forcing himself to get dressed despite the way his clothes felt unbearably heavy on his fevered skin.

As he stepped into the kitchen, the other members were already gathered, having breakfast. The smell of food made his stomach twist painfully, and he quickly turned away, pretending to check his phone.

"Taeyoung, you should eat something," Jungmo said, handing him a bowl of porridge. "You've barely eaten the last few days."

"I'll eat later," Taeyoung muttered, pushing the bowl away. "I'm not hungry right now."