Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Burnt Out (Hanyu)

The dorm was quiet, the usual chatter of Boy Story replaced by the hum of their air conditioning and the faint tapping of keyboards from the members working in their rooms. Hanyu, the leader, stood alone in the small kitchen, a heavy silence pressing down on him as he stirred a pot of soup. His hands moved mechanically, but his thoughts were far from the task at hand.

His mind was racing—lyrics, choreographies, schedules, interviews. The next comeback loomed over him like a storm cloud, every decision weighing on his shoulders. He had to make sure everything was perfect. The younger members—Zihao, Zeyu, Xinlong, Shuyang, and Mingrui—relied on him. They looked to him for guidance, for strength. Being the leader meant carrying the weight for everyone, ensuring they were all on track, that their performances were flawless, that no one ever saw them falter.

But lately, Hanyu had been faltering. He hadn't slept properly in weeks, his nights filled with restless tossing and turning as his mind refused to shut off. The pressure was constant, and no matter how hard he tried to manage it, it was wearing him down.

As he stared at the stove, his vision blurred. He wasn't even sure what he was cooking anymore. His hand hovered over the pot, his thoughts swirling until—

A sharp, searing pain shot up his arm.

Hanyu jerked his hand back, realizing too late that his palm had pressed against the hot stove plate. A hiss escaped his lips as he stumbled back, clutching his hand to his chest, eyes wide with shock. The pain was immediate and intense, a throbbing burn that seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart.

For a moment, Hanyu just stood there, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he stared at the red, angry skin of his palm. Panic threatened to rise in his chest, but he swallowed it down. No. He couldn't afford to panic. The boys were counting on him. They didn't need to worry about something as small as this.

With a shaky breath, Hanyu turned to the sink and ran cold water over his hand, biting back a whimper as the water hit the burn. His head swam, the pain almost overwhelming, but he forced himself to focus. He couldn't let this slow him down. They had a comeback to prepare for. The members needed to eat. He couldn't just—

"Hanyu-gege, are you okay?"

Hanyu froze, turning slightly to see Xinlong standing in the doorway, his face creased with concern. Hanyu's heart skipped a beat, panic rising again. How long had he been standing there? Had he seen?

"I'm fine," Hanyu said quickly, pulling his hand away from the water and hiding it behind his back. "Just...a small accident. Nothing to worry about."

Xinlong didn't look convinced, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stepped closer. "Are you sure? You look—"

"I said I'm fine," Hanyu snapped, harsher than he intended. Xinlong flinched, and guilt immediately washed over him. "Sorry, I didn't mean...I just need to finish cooking. Go get the others. Dinner's almost ready."

Xinlong hesitated, clearly torn, but eventually nodded and backed out of the kitchen. Hanyu let out a shaky breath as soon as he was alone again, his hand throbbing painfully at his side. He grabbed a dish towel and wrapped it tightly around his palm, hoping it would be enough to hide the injury. The last thing he needed was for the others to notice.

Dinner was a quiet affair. The boys chatted amongst themselves, their exhaustion from the long day evident in their subdued voices. Hanyu sat at the head of the table, quietly pushing food around his plate with his uninjured hand. Every movement sent a jolt of pain through his palm, but he forced himself to stay composed.

"Hanyu-gege, are you okay?" Mingrui asked, glancing up from his food. "You've barely touched your dinner."

Hanyu blinked, forcing a small smile. "I'm fine. Just...tired. Long day."