Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

A Downpour of Words (Wonjin and Jungmo)

Carateume47

The practice room felt heavy, filled with a quiet tension that had built up over days. It was late, and the other Cravity members had finally left, leaving Jungmo and Wonjin alone in the dimly lit room. They hadn't spoken much, just picking up after each other in silence, the weight of unspoken frustrations simmering between them.

Wonjin glanced over at Jungmo, hesitating before he finally spoke. "Jungmo-hyung, is... is something wrong? You've seemed off lately, like you're upset with me or something."

Jungmo froze, feeling as if a fuse had just been lit. He'd tried to keep things together, but it had all been weighing on him for so long, slowly chipping away at his patience. He closed his eyes, exhaling sharply, then turned to face Wonjin.

"What's wrong?" Jungmo scoffed, his voice sharper than he'd intended. "You really don't see it, do you? You just... go through everything so easily, like nothing ever bothers you or holds you back. It's like you think this is all just handed to you!"

Wonjin's eyes widened, taken aback. "What are you talking about, Hyung? I work just as hard as everyone else. I'm here every day, giving everything I have to this group. Where is this coming from?"

"Giving everything?" Jungmo snapped, crossing his arms. "You don't know what that even means! Ever since Produce X 101, it's like you think you're the only one who deserves to be here, like you're just waiting for everyone to notice how great you are. You have no idea what it's like to struggle the way the rest of us have."

"Excuse me?" Wonjin's voice rose, anger flashing across his face. "You think I don't understand struggle? That I don't know what it's like to fight for my place here? You're acting like I haven't had to face rejection and disappointment too!"

Jungmo shook his head bitterly. "Wonjin, you don't get it! You think you're the only one who's ever had to face rejection, but some of us are fighting harder just to keep up, while you make it all look so effortless. You know what? It's exhausting being around you sometimes. It's like you're constantly putting on this act, pretending everything is fine, while the rest of us are barely holding on."

Wonjin's fists clenched, hurt flashing in his eyes. "I'm not pretending, Jungmo-hyung. Just because I don't break down or complain doesn't mean I'm not struggling too. I push myself just as hard as everyone else, maybe even harder, because I feel like I always have to prove myself!"

Jungmo scoffed, his tone icy. "Yeah, right. You always have to prove yourself? What exactly have you had to prove? That you're better than the rest of us? You walk around like you're the star, Wonjin, like we're all just here to make you look good."

"That's not fair!" Wonjin's voice cracked, his frustration mingling with hurt. "I've never thought of myself that way! I'm here for the group, just like everyone else. Why do you think I'd ever try to make you feel lesser?"

"Because that's how you make me feel, Wonjin!" Jungmo's voice rose, echoing in the empty room. "Every time I see you breezing through, I feel like I'm the one who's falling behind, like I'll never measure up. And you just sit there, acting like it's so easy."

Wonjin's jaw tightened, his voice cold. "I don't know why you're making me out to be the villain here. If you feel insecure, that's not on me. Maybe it's something you need to work out yourself instead of blaming me for it."

Jungmo felt his heart pound in anger, the words tumbling out before he could stop himself. "Maybe I wouldn't feel this way if you didn't make everything a competition! You always have to be the best, always have to get everything right. You think the rest of us don't notice that?"

"Competition?" Wonjin's voice dropped, an edge of bitterness cutting through. "I'm competing with myself, Hyung. I push myself because I want to be better, not because I want to beat you. I thought you'd understand that... but I guess I was wrong."

Jungmo's face fell for a moment, his anger giving way to a flicker of regret. But the frustration, built up over so many days, wouldn't let him back down.

"You don't know the first thing about what I'm going through," he said, his voice low but firm. "All this time, I thought you cared about us, about the group, but now... now I just feel like I don't even know who you are anymore."

Wonjin's face paled, his expression hurt and stunned. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. "Maybe... maybe you never really knew me at all."

Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the practice room, his footsteps echoing down the empty hallway.

Jungmo stood there, the realization of what he'd said settling over him like a cold wave. His heart pounded as he replayed their argument, the sting of Wonjin's last words still lingering. Without thinking, he bolted after Wonjin, chasing him down the hallway and out of the building, into the storm that had just begun outside.

Rain poured down in torrents, soaking both of them within seconds. They stood there, drenched, staring at each other in silence as the storm raged around them. Wonjin's face was pale, his expression unreadable as he looked back at Jungmo with a mixture of hurt and anger.

Jungmo opened his mouth, the weight of his regret pushing past his pride. "Wonjin... I didn't mean everything I said. I just... I've been feeling so lost, so afraid that you'll leave me behind, that you'll keep moving forward and I'll be left alone."

Wonjin's expression softened, his exhaustion evident in the droop of his shoulders. "Jungmo-hyung, I've never once thought about leaving you behind. All of this... all of it is because of the journey we've shared together. I wouldn't be here without you."

Jungmo's eyes widened, guilt washing over him as he realized just how wrong he'd been. But before he could say another word, Wonjin swayed, his face growing even paler as his body faltered. Jungmo rushed forward, catching him just as he collapsed.

"Wonjin!" Jungmo's voice trembled, his heart pounding in panic as he held his friend's faint body in his arms. "Wonjin, wake up!"

Realizing how unwell Wonjin must have been feeling all along, Jungmo's own anger melted away, replaced by a wave of guilt and concern. He struggled to keep his footing as he lifted Wonjin, his wet clothes and limp body making it difficult to carry him through the rain. Frantic, Jungmo rushed back to the dorm, not even noticing the cold as he focused solely on getting Wonjin to safety.

Back in the dorm, the other members gathered around in shock as Jungmo brought Wonjin inside. They worked together, drying him off and wrapping him in blankets as they tried to bring his temperature back up. Jungmo sat by Wonjin's side the entire time, his heart heavy with regret as he watched Wonjin sleep, his breathing shallow and unsteady.

Time seemed to pass slowly as Jungmo stayed there, lost in his thoughts. The guilt of their argument weighed heavily on him, each memory of their harsh words cutting deeper. He'd let his own insecurities cloud his judgment, hurting the one person who had always stood by his side.

Finally, hours later, Wonjin's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Jungmo's as he slowly came to.

"Wonjin..." Jungmo's voice was soft, laced with regret. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it. I was just... I was scared, and I took it out on you. I let my own insecurities get in the way, and I hurt you. I'm so sorry."

Wonjin looked at him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's okay, Hyung. I understand. I've had my own doubts too, but I never thought they'd hurt you like this. We've been through so much together, and I value that more than anything."

Jungmo's eyes filled with tears as he listened, his heart heavy with both relief and remorse. "I'll be better. I'll work on this... on myself. I don't ever want to make you feel like that again."

Wonjin reached out, placing a hand on Jungmo's shoulder. "We're a team, Jungmo-hyung. We're in this together, no matter what. You don't have to carry all of that weight alone."

Jungmo nodded, his throat tight with emotion as he realized just how much he'd let his fears cloud his relationship with Wonjin. They sat there in silence, a newfound understanding between them, the remnants of their fight fading away as they leaned on each other, knowing they'd face whatever came their way together.