K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Winwin nct 127 - Coughing blood

1000 words.

The concert at Madison Square Garden had been a rush, a dream come true for NCT 127. The crowd's energy was electric, the lights dazzling, and the fans' cheers still echoed in Winwin's mind as he returned to the hotel. Though exhausted, he felt a lingering thrill-performing on such a famous stage was unforgettable.

But as he sat down on the edge of his bed, Winwin noticed something unsettling. His chest felt tight, and he struggled to catch his breath. The strain of the concert, along with New York's cold, dry air, had left him feeling more worn down than usual. He thought he'd recover after resting, but a faint tickle at the back of his throat soon intensified, turning into a rough, dry cough.

Yuta, his roommate, was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, humming softly as he unwound from the long night. Winwin tried to muffle his coughing, not wanting to alarm Yuta, but the cough grew harsher, each breath feeling as if it scraped the inside of his chest. Then, as he brought his hand to his mouth, he felt something wet and warm.

He looked down and froze-his fingers were speckled with blood.

Panic surged through him, his heart pounding as he struggled to breathe. The coughs came more violently, and with each one, he felt his chest tighten further. The blood was coming up faster now, flecks turning into streaks as he tried to hold himself together. But the sight of the blood terrified him, making him choke and cough even harder. It was a vicious cycle-more coughing, more blood.

"Y-Yuta," he managed to rasp out, his voice barely above a whisper as he swayed, feeling his body grow weak.

Yuta came out of the bathroom at that moment, stopping in his tracks when he saw Winwin's pale face and bloodstained hand. Instantly, he rushed forward, catching Winwin just as he started to collapse.

"Winwin!" Yuta's voice was filled with fear and urgency, but he kept his grip steady, guiding Winwin to sit on the floor as he supported him. "Take it easy. Just breathe, okay? Try to take slow breaths."

Winwin tried to do as Yuta said, but the panic only made him cough harder, more blood appearing each time. His mind was racing, his thoughts disjointed. All he could focus on was the bright red on his hands, on Yuta's concerned face, and the overwhelming tightness in his chest.

"Help... I can't..." he choked out, his voice strangled and faint.

"Hey, hey-look at me," Yuta said, his voice firm but calm. He placed his hands gently on Winwin's shoulders, trying to steady him. "It's going to be okay. I'm right here. We'll get through this."

Yuta quickly grabbed his phone with one hand, keeping his other arm around Winwin to make sure he didn't collapse completely. He dialed Johnny's number, his voice shaking as he explained the situation.

Within minutes, the other members burst into the room, their faces a mixture of fear and concern. Taeyong immediately crouched beside Winwin, taking one of his hands in his own, his voice low and soothing. "Winwin, we're here. Just focus on breathing, okay?"

Johnny, who had some first-aid training, brought a clean towel and gently pressed it to Winwin's mouth. "This will help a little. Just try to breathe slowly."

Gradually, with the support of his members, Winwin's breathing began to slow. The coughs subsided, though he still felt the weight in his chest. The members stayed close, each offering quiet reassurances. The sight of their calm, steady faces helped ease his panic, the warmth of their presence bringing a sense of comfort amidst the fear.

As soon as they were able to get him into a calm enough state, Johnny and Taeyong helped him onto the bed. They arranged for a local doctor to come to the hotel, and while they waited, the members stayed by his side, keeping a close eye on him.

The doctor arrived quickly, checking Winwin's vitals and running a few initial tests. He diagnosed it as an acute flare-up of bronchiectasis-a lung condition that could cause mucus build-up, coughing fits, and, in severe cases like this one, coughing up blood.

"I'll prescribe a course of medication to help with the inflammation," the doctor said. "But he'll need a lot of rest, and I'd advise against any physical strain for the next few days. It's important he avoids anything that could trigger another episode."

The members listened intently, each of them visibly relieved to have a clear plan for his recovery. As the doctor left, Taeyong turned to Winwin, his eyes filled with concern.

"Winwin, you should have told us you were struggling," he said gently. "We could've helped."

Winwin looked down, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude. "I didn't want to worry you guys," he admitted, his voice soft. "I thought I could push through it."

Yuta shook his head, a small, reassuring smile on his face. "We're a team. You don't have to go through this alone."

Each of the members offered quiet words of encouragement, their voices filled with understanding. Mark brought him a glass of water, while Doyoung adjusted the blankets, making sure he was comfortable. They stayed with him for hours, just talking, laughing softly, and keeping the atmosphere light.

The next morning, Winwin woke to find the members asleep around him, some on the floor, others sprawled out in awkward positions. The sight made him smile, warmth flooding through him despite the lingering ache in his chest. He knew now that he didn't have to bear the weight of his struggles alone. His members were there, ready to catch him when he fell.

And as they woke up, each of them grinning in relief, Winwin felt a deep sense of gratitude for the family he'd found in them-a family that would always be by his side, no matter what.

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