Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Lost in the Noise (Ricky)

@miniverse09

Ricky blinked, trying to focus, but the world swam in and out of his vision. His head pounded, and every sound around him was like an echo inside his skull. He wasn't sure how long he had been wandering the maze of hallways backstage at the award show, but nothing looked familiar anymore. The shimmering lights, distant voices, and occasional bursts of applause blurred into one overwhelming symphony of chaos.

He leaned heavily against a wall, feeling his legs wobble beneath him. His body was burning up—his fever must have been climbing, and he had no idea where the rest of his group was. I shouldn't have come out here alone...

His breathing became shallow, panic welling up inside him. The last thing he remembered was being in the dressing room with the other members of ZEROBASEONE. Then, in the chaos of getting ready for the performance, he'd slipped out, needing some fresh air. He hadn't wanted to worry anyone, especially since Gyuvin and Matthew had already been checking on him every five minutes, worried about how pale he looked. But now, he was regretting not saying anything. He was lost, sick, and disoriented in a maze of hallways that seemed to stretch on forever.

His vision blurred again, and a wave of nausea hit him hard. He stumbled forward, trying to find something—anything—to steady himself. But instead, his legs gave out, and he crumpled to the floor, slumping against the wall. His chest felt tight, like the air wasn't getting in, and his heart raced uncontrollably. His mind spiraled into panic. Where am I? Where are they?

Just as his panic was on the verge of consuming him, he heard footsteps approaching. At first, the sounds only made him more frantic—what if it wasn't someone he knew? What if he couldn't explain what was wrong? His breath hitched, and he tried to force himself to stand, but his body refused to cooperate.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The voice was gentle, but Ricky could only shake his head weakly in response. He felt a presence kneel beside him, the sound of more footsteps behind. Slowly, through the haze of his disorientation, he made out the faces of Leehan and Sungho from BoyNextDoor.

"Ricky?" Sungho's voice was calm but concerned. "Hey, you're burning up. What happened?"

Ricky opened his mouth to answer, but his throat was so dry, and his head was swimming. Words felt impossible. Instead, his eyes flickered to the side, panic rising again as he realized he couldn't move without feeling like he'd pass out.

Leehan knelt beside him, eyes soft with concern. "It's okay, you're safe. You're with us now. Try to take slow breaths, okay?"

But Ricky's breaths came in shallow, rapid gasps. The noise in the hallway—the distant chatter, the movement—was making it worse. His head swam, and tears of frustration welled up in his eyes. Why now? Why here?

"Sungho," Leehan said, his voice low but urgent. "He's panicking."

"I know," Sungho replied, his own worry evident. He glanced at Taesan, who had followed them. "Can you help me move him? We need to get him out of here. The noise is making him worse."

Taesan nodded, immediately stepping closer to assist. Leehan and Sungho carefully supported Ricky, guiding him to stand. Ricky's legs felt like jelly, but with their help, he managed to move, though the hallway spun around him.

"Let's get him into our dressing room," Sungho said. "It's quieter there."

They moved quickly but carefully, the hallway spinning in Ricky's vision as they guided him through the maze of corridors. His heart pounded in his chest, but Sungho and Leehan's presence was steadying, grounding him. They made it to BoyNextDoor's dressing room without much difficulty, and Taesan helped them gently lay Ricky down on the couch.