Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

A Fractured Bond (Sumin)

The dorm was unusually quiet for a Saturday. Sumin sat at the kitchen counter, doodling absentmindedly in his sketchbook. It had been a peaceful morning until Jinsik's excited voice echoed from the living room.

"Guys, look what my mom sent!" Jinsik exclaimed, holding up a small wooden box.

The members gathered around, curious about the box. Sumin lingered at the counter, watching from afar. Jinsik carefully opened the lid, revealing a collection of small trinkets and keepsakes. Among them was a delicate snow globe, its glass surface shimmering under the sunlight. Inside, a miniature carousel spun slowly, powered by a wind-up mechanism.

"This was my mom's favorite when she was young," Jinsik explained, a fond smile on his face. "She gave it to me when I debuted."

The members admired the intricate details, but Sumin felt a pang of unease. He had always been a little clumsy, and fragile items like that made him nervous.

Later that evening, while cleaning up after dinner, Sumin noticed the snow globe sitting on the coffee table. He picked it up, intending to move it to a safer spot. As he turned, his elbow bumped the edge of the table, and the snow globe slipped from his grasp.

Time seemed to slow as it hit the floor, the glass shattering into countless pieces. The sound was deafening in the otherwise quiet dorm.

Jinsik rushed into the room, his eyes widening in horror. "Sumin, what did you do?" he demanded, his voice shaking with anger.

"I-I didn't mean to-" Sumin stammered, his hands trembling as he bent down to pick up the pieces.

"Don't touch it!" Jinsik snapped. "You've done enough."

The tension in the room was suffocating. The other members watched silently, unsure how to intervene.

"Jinsik, I'm so sorry," Sumin said, his voice breaking. "I didn't mean to break it. I was just trying to move it."

"Why do you always have to be so careless?" Jinsik shouted, his face red with anger. "That snow globe meant everything to me! Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother being friends with you."

Sumin froze, the words hitting him like a physical blow. Jinsik stormed out of the room, leaving Sumin standing amidst the broken shards, his heart shattered alongside the snow globe.

Days turned into weeks, and the dorm was no longer filled with Sumin's boisterous laughter or playful teasing. He moved through the days like a ghost, his usual energy replaced by an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

Sumin stopped cooking for the group, something he had always loved doing. His sketchbook remained untouched, and his raps-once filled with passion and fire-were now just hollow words. Even his messy, colorful side of the room had become stark and sterile, as though his personality had drained away.

The members tried to cheer him up, but their efforts fell flat. "Sumin, let's go out for bubble tea," Minjae suggested one afternoon.

"No, thanks," Sumin replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"He's not eating properly," Hunter whispered to Seeun during practice. "I saw him pick at his rice yesterday and leave most of it."

"We have to do something," Seeun said, his brows furrowed.

Despite the members' best efforts, Jinsik remained distant. He avoided Sumin, refusing to acknowledge him during practice or meals. The once inseparable pair now felt like strangers living under the same roof.

Late one night, Hyunwoo cornered Jinsik in the hallway. "You need to talk to him," he said firmly. "This has gone on long enough."

"I can't," Jinsik replied, his tone defensive. "He broke something that meant so much to me. How can I just let that go?"

"You're hurting him, Jinsik," Hyunwoo said, his voice softening. "And I think you're hurting yourself too."

But Jinsik turned away, unwilling to admit how much he missed his best friend.

It was a cold, drizzly evening when Sumin found himself wandering aimlessly through the city. His hoodie was soaked through, but he didn't care. The weight of his thoughts was heavier than the rain.

He found himself standing on a bridge, staring down at the dark waters below. The wind howled around him, carrying whispers of doubt and despair. The words Jinsik had shouted replayed in his mind: "Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother being friends with you."

Tears streamed down Sumin's face as he gripped the railing. For the first time, he felt truly alone. He leaned forward, the cold air stinging his skin, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around him from behind.

"Sumin, no!" a familiar voice cried.

Sumin turned his head slightly, his vision blurred with tears. "Jinsik?" he croaked.

Jinsik tightened his hold, his own tears mixing with the rain. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I was so angry that I didn't stop to think about how you felt. I didn't mean what I said, Sumin. You're my best friend, my soulmate. I could never regret being friends with you."

Sumin's knees gave out, and they sank to the ground together, the rain washing over them. "I didn't mean to break it," Sumin sobbed. "I swear I didn't mean to."

"I know," Jinsik said, his voice choked with emotion. "I know you didn't."

Jinsik helped Sumin back to the dorm, where the other members were waiting anxiously. "What happened?" Yujun asked, his voice laced with worry.

"Give us some time," Jinsik said, guiding Sumin to their shared room. The other members exchanged concerned glances but didn't press further.

Once inside, Jinsik helped Sumin change into dry clothes and tucked him into bed. He sat beside him, holding his hand tightly.

"I've been a terrible friend," Jinsik admitted. "I let my anger blind me, and I hurt you in the process. Can you forgive me?"

Sumin looked at him, his eyes still filled with sadness but also a glimmer of hope. "I just wanted to make things right," he said softly. "You mean so much to me, Jinsik. Losing you felt like losing a part of myself."

"You'll never lose me," Jinsik promised. "From now on, we'll work through things together. No more shutting each other out."

The next morning, Jinsik gathered the members in the living room. "I need your help," he said. "We need to bring the old Sumin back."

The members immediately rallied around the idea. Hyunwoo suggested a day off to lift Sumin's spirits, while Seeun and Minjae brainstormed activities he used to enjoy.

Over the following days, the group showered Sumin with love and support. They filled the dorm with laughter and music, coaxing Sumin to join in. Jinsik made a point to include Sumin in everything, from late-night ramen runs to impromptu rap battles.

Little by little, Sumin began to heal. His laughter returned, tentative at first but growing louder with each passing day. He picked up his sketchbook again, and his raps regained their fire.

One evening, Jinsik surprised Sumin with a small gift-a new snow globe, similar to the one that had broken. "It's not the same as the one my mom gave me," Jinsik said, "but it's a symbol of our friendship. No matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."

Sumin's eyes filled with tears as he accepted the gift. "Thank you, Jinsik," he said, his voice steady. "For everything."

From that moment on, their bond was stronger than ever. The incident became a reminder of the importance of communication and forgiveness, not just for Sumin and Jinsik, but for the entire group.

And as Sumin stood in the practice room, rapping with his signature energy, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was back, not just for himself, but for the people who had never given up on him.