Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

A Zebrafish Moment (Sungho)

Sungho had always been the glue that held BOYNEXTDOOR together. As the main vocalist and eldest member, he embodied stability and energy, always the one to pick the others up when they were down. Whether it was a gruelling day of practice or a late-night team talk, Sungho was the unwavering pillar. His bright smile and infectious enthusiasm set the tone for the group. But that strength, while admirable, also meant that no one ever imagined seeing him weak.

So, when Sungho woke up one morning with a pounding headache, his body drenched in sweat, and his throat burning, he brushed it off. He couldn't afford to be sick; they had a tight schedule, and the members counted on him. He had always pushed through before. Surely, this was just a temporary thing.

"Hey, hyung! Are you coming to breakfast?" Woonhak's voice rang through the dorm, cheerful as always. Sungho dragged himself out of bed, his body protesting with every move. He swallowed, wincing at the sharp pain in his throat, and called back.

"Yeah, just give me a minute."

He barely made it through breakfast, forcing himself to eat despite the nausea swirling in his stomach. His head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton, and his limbs ached with an intensity he couldn't ignore. But when the members glanced his way, he simply smiled through it, masking his discomfort.

The day dragged on, and by the time practice started, Sungho could hardly keep up. Every high note felt like a battle, his voice rasping and cracking in ways that made his stomach churn with embarrassment. The other members noticed something was off, exchanging concerned glances, but Sungho dismissed it, waving them off with reassurances.

"Just a bit tired," he said, flashing his usual bright grin. "I'll be fine."

But Sungho wasn't fine.

By the next morning, the flu had hit him like a freight train. His body was on fire with fever, his throat raw, and a hacking cough tore through him relentlessly. The room spun when he tried to sit up, and the nausea had only worsened. When Woonhak knocked on his door, calling out for him to come down for breakfast again, Sungho couldn't even muster the strength to respond.

"Hyung?" Woonhak's voice wavered this time. The door creaked open, and Woonhak peeked in, only to freeze at the sight of Sungho curled up in bed, clearly suffering.

"Sungho-hyung!" Woonhak rushed to his side, eyes wide with panic. "You're burning up!"

Within minutes, the rest of the group—Leehan, Jaehyun, Riwoo, Taesan, and Woonhak—gathered in Sungho's room, staring at their eldest member with wide-eyed concern. Sungho, their reliable rock, their cheerful Hyung, was pale and feverish, clearly too weak to stand.

Jaehyun, the leader, immediately took charge, his face set in a worried frown. "We need to call the manager and let him know Sungho's not coming to practice today. He can't move like this."

"I'll get some water," Leehan said quickly, already rushing to the kitchen.

Riwoo sat on the edge of Sungho's bed, gently placing a hand on his arm. "Hyung, why didn't you say anything? You look terrible."

Sungho gave a weak smile, his voice hoarse. "Didn't want to worry you guys..."

"Too late for that," Taesan muttered, though there was no malice in his tone, only concern.

Sungho hated the attention. He wasn't used to being the one who needed help. But as his body betrayed him, as the fever burned hotter and his vision blurred, he had no choice but to rely on the younger members for once.

Jaehyun came back into the room after a phone call to the manager, his expression still tense. "Manager-hyung says to rest. We'll be missing practice today, but he'll reschedule it. You're staying in bed until you're better, okay?"