Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

A World Away (Lucas)

The lights on set flickered in sync with the cameras, capturing every moment as SuperM filmed yet another commercial overseas. Lucas had been excited at first—new opportunities, another chance to prove himself. But as the days stretched on, a gnawing unease settled in his stomach. At first, he thought it was nerves. Filming in a foreign country, away from the comforts of home, was always a bit of an adjustment.

But when his stomach twisted painfully during a break in the shoot, Lucas realized this wasn't just nerves. He felt dizzy, the lights suddenly too bright, the sounds too loud. He pressed a hand against his abdomen and tried to shake it off. Maybe he'd eaten something bad the night before—street food that hadn't sat well with him. He could push through it.

"Hey, Lucas, are you good?" Taemin's voice broke through his thoughts, full of concern. Lucas glanced over to see his hyung standing nearby, the same calm, knowing expression that Taemin always wore. The second eldest of SuperM was good at reading people, especially his younger members.

Lucas forced a grin. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired."

Taemin didn't seem convinced, but there was no time for more conversation. The director called them back into position, and Lucas took a deep breath, pushing down the nausea that threatened to rise. Just a few more hours, he told himself. You can do this.

By the third day of filming, Lucas knew he wasn't just tired. He could barely keep any food down. Even the sight of a meal made his stomach churn. His body ached in ways it shouldn't have, and despite the cool air in the studio, sweat clung to his skin. He avoided looking in mirrors, knowing he'd see the pallor in his face, the exhaustion in his eyes.

Ten was the next to notice. During lunch, the group had gathered in the corner of the set, and while everyone else dug into their food, Lucas pushed his tray around aimlessly. He wasn't even hungry. The sight of the rice and vegetables made him gag. He discreetly shoved the tray aside when he thought no one was looking.

"Not hungry?" Ten asked from across the table. His eyes were sharp, but his tone was light, as if he were trying not to make a big deal out of it.

"I ate earlier," Lucas lied, forcing a smile. "Just not feeling it right now."

Ten frowned, clearly not convinced. "You've barely touched anything the past few days. You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me," Lucas replied quickly, brushing off the concern. But the truth was, he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up. His stomach twisted again, and he winced, trying to hide it from the others.

As the afternoon wore on, Lucas's condition worsened. He stumbled through his lines, the usually easy choreography feeling like it required all his energy just to stay upright. Every muscle in his body felt weak, and his head throbbed with the onset of a headache. The director called for yet another take, but Lucas couldn't seem to focus on anything besides the nausea that refused to subside.

By the time the shoot ended, Lucas was shaking. His legs barely carried him back to the dressing room, where he collapsed onto the nearest chair. The world spun for a moment, and he had to close his eyes to stop the dizziness.

He heard someone approaching, and a moment later, Taemin knelt beside him. His soft voice cut through the haze of pain Lucas was in. "Lucas, you're not okay, are you?"

Lucas opened his eyes and met Taemin's worried gaze. For a second, he wanted to deny it again, to pretend that everything was fine. But the look in Taemin's eyes made it impossible. There was no hiding from him.

"I... I think I'm sick," Lucas admitted quietly, feeling a rush of defeat as the words left his mouth. He hated admitting weakness. Hated the idea of burdening his members with his problems. But he couldn't keep pretending anymore.