Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Allergic Mishap (Zico)

The sun had barely begun to rise when Zico, in his usual experimental fashion, stood in front of the bathroom mirror of his hotel room. He was on a short trip with BoyNextDoor to relax and spend time in the studio, refining some of their upcoming tracks. They had been working hard lately, and Zico was excited to have some downtime with the boys. As someone known for his interest in trying out new skincare products, Zico couldn't resist picking up a brand-new cream while on the trip. It promised miraculous results—hydration, smoothness, and a radiant glow.

"Why not give it a shot?" he muttered to himself, applying a generous amount of the cream to his face and neck. The cream felt smooth against his skin, and for a moment, Zico smiled at his reflection, pleased with how refreshing it felt.

Satisfied, he left the bathroom and went about his morning routine, waiting for the cream to work its supposed magic. However, as the minutes passed, something didn't feel right. His skin began to itch, lightly at first, but soon the sensation turned into an uncomfortable burn. Zico frowned, touching his cheek, only to feel it puffing up beneath his fingertips. His heart skipped a beat as he rushed back to the mirror.

"What the—?"

His reflection was alarming. His face had started to swell, his cheeks ballooning, and red patches were rapidly spreading across his neck. He scratched at his skin, but that only made the hives more irritated, the painful welts rising like an allergic battlefield on his face. Panic set in, but more than that, embarrassment.

Zico, the cool, unflappable PD and mentor, was having a skincare disaster. And BoyNextDoor was just down the hall, undoubtedly waiting for him to join them for practice later.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, frantically splashing cold water on his face, hoping it would calm the reaction. It didn't. If anything, it felt worse. His skin was inflamed, his neck itchy, and the swelling around his eyes had gotten so bad it was starting to blur his vision.

He had to do something—but what? He couldn't let the younger boys see him like this. As their mentor, he prided himself on being the steady hand, the one they could always rely on. But right now, all he wanted to do was crawl under the covers and wait for this horrible reaction to pass.

Zico grabbed his phone and texted the group.

Zico: Something came up. I'll meet you guys later. Keep practicing without me for now.

Satisfied with his vague excuse, he slumped back on his bed, pulling a hoodie over his head in an attempt to hide from the world. Maybe if he just rested, this would go away on its own.

Meanwhile, in the practice room, BoyNextDoor was warming up for the session Zico had planned to lead. Leehan and Sungho exchanged confused looks when they saw Zico's text.

"Something came up?" Leehan muttered, frowning at his phone. "That's weird. Zico-hyung's never late for practice."

"Yeah, he's usually the one dragging us out of bed," Sungho added, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. "Do you think something's wrong?"

Leehan thought for a moment, biting his lip. "Maybe we should go check on him."

The others, busy stretching and chatting, didn't seem too worried, but Leehan and Sungho had always been particularly close to Zico. As the eldest member, with the longest train period at KOZ, and the 'KOZ therapist', the who looked up to him the most, they had developed a special bond with the soloist over the months of working together. Zico had become more than just a mentor; he was like an older brother, always there to guide them, whether it was with music or life in general.

"Yeah, let's go," Sungho agreed, already heading toward the door. "Better safe than sorry."

The two quietly slipped out of the practice room and made their way to Zico's hotel room. Leehan knocked softly at first, then a little louder when there was no answer.