Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Shadows in the Night (Kyrell)

The glow of the computer screen illuminated Kyrell's face as he sat hunched over at his desk, scribbling down notes for his new solo project. It had been weeks since he'd felt the warm embrace of a good night's sleep. Instead, his nights were filled with restless tossing and turning, a battlefield of thoughts racing through his mind. As the vocalist of AMPERS&ONE, he was no stranger to long hours and demanding schedules, but this time felt different. The pressure of crafting something unique weighed heavily on his shoulders.

The clock ticked closer to midnight, but the familiar lull of exhaustion eluded him. He glanced at the pile of crumpled papers scattered around his workspace, each one a testament to his struggle. Ideas that once flowed like a river now trickled in fits and starts, and frustration gnawed at him.

"Just one more line," he muttered, tapping his pen against the paper. "Just one more..."

But as the words escaped him, a creeping fatigue seeped in, accompanied by a sense of dread. He brushed it off, dismissing the uneasy feeling. Sleep was for the weak, he reminded himself. There was too much at stake. With a sigh, he pushed through, determined to finish his work.

Finally, as the clock struck 3 AM, exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he collapsed onto his bed. His body craved rest, but his mind churned with unrelenting thoughts. As he drifted into unconsciousness, the line between dreams and reality began to blur, leaving him vulnerable to the shadows that lurked just beyond his awareness.

The first episode came without warning.

Kyrell awoke to a suffocating weight pressing down on his chest. Panic surged through him as he tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. His eyes darted around the dark room, but he couldn't shake the sensation that something was watching him. The air grew thick, and he struggled to draw breath.

"Help!" he wanted to scream, but no sound escaped his lips. The familiar comforts of home transformed into a chilling prison.

The shadowy figure loomed closer, and he could feel its presence closing in. Just as quickly as it had begun, the pressure released, and he gasped for air. Kyrell shot upright in bed, heart racing, drenched in sweat. He looked around, assuring himself he was alone, but the lingering terror wrapped around him like a shroud.

"That was...just a dream," he whispered to himself, though doubt gnawed at the edges of his mind.

After that night, the episodes began to repeat. Each time, they grew more frequent, stealing the little sleep he had left. Kyrell tried to maintain his composure during the day, but the exhaustion started to manifest in subtle ways—an unsteady hand during rehearsals, missed notes, and a distracted mind.

"Kyrell, you good?" Kamden, the group's charismatic leader, asked one afternoon, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired," Kyrell replied, forcing a smile that felt heavy on his lips.

Kamden didn't look convinced, but Kyrell brushed it off. He didn't want to burden anyone with his problems. After all, it was just stress—nothing he couldn't handle.

Days turned into weeks, and the sleep paralysis episodes intensified. Each night, he would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, bracing himself for the inevitable. His heart raced with fear, knowing the darkness could come creeping back at any moment. The thought of sleep began to terrify him, but fatigue loomed larger, forcing him to surrender.

The mornings were the hardest. He woke up feeling as if he'd run a marathon, limbs heavy and mind foggy. Jiho, the sharp-witted rapper, noticed the change in Kyrell's demeanor during practice. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem off lately," he pressed, genuine concern etched across his brow.