Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

A Shattered Glow (Felix)

Felix had always been the heart of Stray Kids. His deep voice, paired with his radiant smile and contagious laugh, could brighten even the darkest of days. Fans often referred to him as their "sunshine," a title he embraced with pride. His kindness wasn't an act—it was a part of him. Whether it was through small gestures like comforting a staff member or making sure every fan at an event felt valued, Felix exuded warmth and sincerity.

He loved the fans dearly. To him, they weren't just supporters—they were family. Every fansign was a chance to connect, to share joy, and to let them know how much their support meant to the group. But recently, something felt... off. A shadow had crept into Felix's usually bright world, a sense of unease he couldn't quite shake.

The fansign that day had started like any other. The room was buzzing with excitement, fans lining up with albums, handmade gifts, and letters. Felix, as always, sat at his seat, his cheerful demeanor lighting up the room. Every interaction reminded him why he loved being an idol.

"You've been doing so well! Thank you for all your hard work," one fan gushed, handing him a small, decorated box.

Felix chuckled softly, his deep voice resonating like a comforting melody. "Thank you so much for supporting us. We couldn't do it without you."

As the line dwindled, another fan approached with an envelope, carefully wrapped and decorated. Felix accepted it with his trademark smile, bowing slightly in gratitude.

"Thank you so much," he said warmly, his Australian accent laced with sincerity.

The fan's gaze lingered longer than usual, their eyes filled with an intensity that made Felix's skin prickle. He brushed it off, assuming they were just overwhelmed. After all, it wasn't uncommon for fans to get emotional. But as the evening wore on and the event came to a close, Felix couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in his chest.

Later, in the privacy of the waiting room, Felix opened the envelope. Expecting a heartfelt letter or perhaps a fan's artwork, he instead found a note that made his heart drop:

"You don't need to look at anyone else. You're mine. If you keep ignoring me, I'll make sure you remember who truly cares about you."

His hands trembled as he read the words over again, the sharpness of the message slicing through his usual sense of safety. Felix folded the note and tucked it into his jacket, his mind racing. His first instinct was to tell Chan. As the leader, Chan would know what to do. But Felix hesitated. The comeback was fast approaching, and the team was already under immense pressure. The last thing he wanted was to add to their burdens.

"I'll handle it," he murmured to himself, though the knot in his stomach told him otherwise.

In the days that followed, Felix began noticing strange occurrences. A figure lingering near the dorm entrance. A shadow outside the company building. A face in the crowd that felt eerily familiar. At first, he convinced himself it was all in his head. But as the sightings became more frequent, his unease grew.

"You okay, Lix?" Changbin asked one evening during rehearsal, noticing the way Felix seemed distracted.

Felix forced a smile. "Yeah, just tired."

Changbin didn't press, but Felix caught the concerned glance he exchanged with Hyunjin.

By the time the weekend arrived, Felix was determined to push aside his fears. The group was in the final stages of preparing for their comeback, and he couldn't afford to let his worries distract him. The studio buzzed with energy as the members perfected their choreography, their synchronized movements a testament to hours of hard work. Felix threw himself into the routine, allowing the music to drown out his thoughts.

The reprieve didn't last long.

Felix had just taken a break, sitting on the floor and sipping water, when the door to the practice room swung open with a loud bang.

At first, Felix thought it was a staff member. But when his eyes met the intruder's face, his blood ran cold. It was them—the fan from the fansign, the face he'd been seeing everywhere.

"You think you can ignore me?" the sasaeng spat, their voice trembling with anger.

Felix scrambled to his feet, backing away. "You're not supposed to be here," he said, his voice shaky but firm. "Please, just leave."

But they didn't leave. Instead, they lunged at him with a wild, feral desperation. Felix tried to dodge, but the confined space offered little room to escape. The force of their shove sent him crashing into the mirrored wall, his head striking the surface with a sickening thud. Pain exploded in his wrist as he tried to brace his fall.

The room erupted into chaos.

"Felix!"

Changbin and Chan were the first to react, tackling the sasaeng to the ground. The intruder screamed and thrashed, their voice a mix of rage and desperation. Meanwhile, Han and Seungmin rushed to Felix's side.

"Stay with us, Felix," Han said, his voice cracking as he gently shook his friend. "Don't close your eyes."

Felix groaned weakly, clutching his injured wrist. "I'm fine," he murmured, though the throbbing pain in his head and arm told a different story.

The ride to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and worried voices. Felix drifted in and out of consciousness, his surroundings a haze. When he finally woke, he was in a hospital bed, his wrist encased in a cast and his head bandaged.

The doctor's diagnosis was sobering: a fractured wrist and a concussion. Recovery would take weeks, and strenuous activity was strictly off-limits.

As the reality sank in, Felix's chest tightened with guilt. The comeback was so close, and now he was sidelined. He felt like he'd let everyone down—not just his members, but the fans who had been eagerly awaiting their return.

Back at the dorm, the atmosphere was tense but supportive. The members took turns checking on Felix, each in their own way.

"Felix," Chan said one night, sitting beside him, "you're more important than any schedule. The comeback can wait. What matters is that you're okay."

Hyunjin and Han made it their mission to keep Felix entertained, pulling him into their antics and refusing to let him wallow.

"You're not allowed to be sad," I.N declared, his pouty tone making Felix smile despite himself. "We need your sunshine back."

But despite their efforts, Felix struggled to shake the fear that had taken root in his heart. He worried about stepping back into the public eye, afraid that his openness and warmth would make him a target again.

One night, Seungmin found him sitting alone in the living room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"You know," Seungmin began, his voice steady, "your kindness is what makes you... you. Don't let one person take that away."

Felix looked up, his eyes glassy. "What if it happens again?"

"Then we'll handle it. Together."

The road to recovery was slow but steady. The members surrounded Felix with love and support, reminding him daily that he wasn't alone. With their encouragement, Felix began to regain his confidence.

When the day of their comeback performance finally arrived, Felix stood backstage, his heart racing. He wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement—or perhaps a mix of both. But as he stepped onto the stage and the crowd erupted into cheers, he felt a new kind of strength.

It wasn't just his own resolve that carried him—it was the unwavering support of the people who mattered most. And as the music began, Felix's light shone brighter than ever, unbroken and unstoppable.