Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Operation: Healing Hideout (Heeseung)

The harsh buzz of alarms reverberated through the dorm, cutting through the stillness of dawn. Another early morning, another packed schedule. Heeseung groaned, the sound muffled by his pillow as he struggled to pull himself out of bed. His body felt leaden, the weight of relentless schedules and responsibilities pressing down on him like an invisible burden.

For days, he had been battling a low-grade fever, persistent aches, and an unshakable fatigue that gnawed at his energy. Yet, as the eldest, main vocalist, and center of ENHYPEN, Heeseung felt compelled to push through. The thought of showing weakness wasn't just unacceptable to him—it felt like failure. He was supposed to set the example, to shoulder the weight of their comeback preparations without complaint.

Dragging himself to the kitchen, Heeseung barely managed to shuffle to the counter before slumping against it. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, but even the prospect of caffeine couldn't cut through the fog clouding his mind.

"Hyung, you good?" Sunoo's voice broke the quiet, startling him.

Heeseung turned, schooling his face into a weak smile. Sunoo stood by the counter, his gaze sharp with concern as he stirred a steaming mug of tea.

"Yeah, just tired," Heeseung rasped, his voice barely audible. His throat burned with each word, but he forced himself to sound nonchalant. "Don't worry about it."

Sunoo raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. Over the past week, he had noticed Heeseung faltering during practice sessions—his movements sluggish, his usually sharp focus wavering. Heeseung would lean against the wall when he thought no one was looking, or sit for longer stretches during breaks. While the other members were too consumed by their own stress to notice, Sunoo had been quietly observing, his unease growing by the day.

"Hyung..." Sunoo began, but Heeseung had already turned away, focusing on his coffee.

By midday, Heeseung's condition was impossible to ignore. The group was rehearsing the intricate choreography for their title track, and Heeseung was visibly struggling. His steps faltered, his body swaying as though he could collapse at any moment. Sweat poured down his face, far more than usual, and between takes, he coughed into his sleeve, his chest rattling with every breath.

"Focus, Heeseung!" one of the managers barked, mistaking his exhaustion for a lack of effort.

Heeseung nodded weakly, pushing himself back into position, but his legs trembled as he resumed the routine. His fellow members glanced at him briefly, murmuring quiet words of concern, but the intensity of the practice quickly pulled them back into their own bubbles of concentration.

By the time they finished, Heeseung was pale and visibly drained. His hands trembled as he picked up his water bottle, and his usually steady voice wavered when he assured everyone that he was fine. That evening, he collapsed into bed without even bothering to change out of his practice clothes. His body ached fiercely, and his head throbbed with the telltale pressure of a rising fever.

Sunoo, however, decided enough was enough.

Late that night, while the dorm was silent and the other members were asleep, Sunoo crept into Heeseung's room. The dim glow of Heeseung's phone cast faint shadows across the nightstand, its screen buzzing softly with notifications. Sunoo hesitated for a moment before picking it up, scrolling through the contacts until he found the names he was looking for.

The first call went to Beomgyu from TXT.

"Sunoo? What's up?" Beomgyu's voice was groggy, but his curiosity was evident.

"It's Heeseung-hyung," Sunoo whispered, glancing nervously toward the door. "He's sick—really sick—but he won't admit it, and no one's doing anything about it. I need your help."