Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Between Darkness and Light (Jungmo)

The rain poured down in heavy sheets, drenching the crowd gathered in the open-air venue. The atmosphere was electric, fans cheering loudly for Cravity, who were set to perform their latest hit. Jungmo stood center stage, his heart racing as he basked in the adoration of the audience. The moment felt magical, a culmination of their hard work and dedication.

But just as the music swelled, an unexpected misstep sent Jungmo tumbling off the edge of the stage. Time seemed to slow as he felt the ground rush up to meet him. The impact was jarring, the world spinning in a blur of colors and sounds, and then—darkness.

When Jungmo finally opened his eyes, the chaos of the concert faded into silence. His body ached, each pulse of pain a reminder of his fall. The first thing he noticed was the dull throbbing in his left arm, and as he tried to move it, a wave of agony shot through him.

"Jungmo! Jungmo!" Voices called out, frantic and worried.

He turned his head slightly, his vision still hazy, but he could make out the familiar faces of his bandmates gathered around him. Serim knelt beside him, panic etched across his features. "Jungmo, can you hear me? Just hold on, okay? Help is coming."

"I... I'm fine," Jungmo stammered, but the words felt hollow in his mouth, overshadowed by the pain radiating from his left side.

"Stay still," Woobin said, his voice firm but soothing. "You're going to be okay. We'll get you help."

As the paramedics arrived, Jungmo's mind raced. He could hear the murmurs of concern from the crowd, the music still playing faintly in the background. He wanted to reassure everyone, but his body felt foreign and heavy.

Hours later, Jungmo found himself in a sterile hospital room, the smell of antiseptic filling the air. A nurse adjusted the IV drip, her movements efficient and practiced. He tried to focus on her face, but the shadows of pain clouded his thoughts.

The doctor entered, a kind expression on his face. "You've sustained some serious injuries, Mr Koo. You've broken your left hand and elbow, and your right knee is pretty bruised. We'll need to put your arm in a cast and start rehabilitation for your knee."

Jungmo felt a lump form in his throat. "How long until I can perform again?"

The doctor hesitated. "It's hard to say. Healing takes time, especially with injuries like these. I recommend taking it slow and allowing your body to recover fully before you think about going back on stage."

The words hit him like a freight train. The reality of the situation began to sink in—he wouldn't be performing for weeks, possibly months. A sense of inadequacy washed over him, mixing with guilt.

"What about my group?" Jungmo whispered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "What if they don't need me anymore?"

"Mr Koo, that's not going to happen," the doctor assured him, but the words felt empty.

As the doctor continued speaking, Jungmo felt his mind drifting away. The thought of letting his bandmates down consumed him. They had all worked so hard, and now he felt like a burden, a broken star in their constellation.

Back at the dorm, the atmosphere was heavy with concern. Jungmo sat on the couch, his arm in a cast, staring at the television without really seeing it. His group members moved around him, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy, but he could feel their worry lingering in the air.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Hyeongjun asked, settling beside him.

"Fine," Jungmo lied, forcing a smile that felt strained.

"Don't push yourself, you know we're here for you," Serim added, giving Jungmo a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Yeah, but I'm the one who messed up," Jungmo muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I let everyone down."