Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Beanie King (Harry-June)

Harry-June sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through the flood of comments on his phone. His eyes scanned each line, hope slowly crumbling as the words dug deep into his heart.

"Does he own anything other than beanies?"
"So lazy. Can't he at least try to look different?"
"Always hiding under those things. What's he so insecure about?"

He closed his eyes, gripping his phone tightly as if squeezing it would silence the voices. Beanies had always been his comfort, a way to feel grounded amid the chaos of idol life. They were more than just accessories—they were part of his identity.

But now, they felt like a target painted on his back.

The next day, Harry-June stood in front of the mirror, his fingers twitching as they hovered over his favorite beanie. He thought of the comments, the endless wave of judgment, and hesitated. With a heavy sigh, he pulled his hand back, leaving the beanie untouched.

Instead, he grabbed a cap.

When he entered the kitchen, the other members were already eating breakfast. E-Chan glanced up from his bowl of cereal, his eyebrows raised.

"No beanie today, Smurf?"

Harry-June shrugged, forcing a smile. "Trying something new."

E-Chan tilted his head but didn't press further.

The others chimed in with their usual banter, filling the room with warmth. Harry-June tried to join in, but something felt off. He kept his head down, barely touching his food.

Yuku, sitting across from him, frowned. "Smurfie, you okay?"

"Yeah, just tired," Harry-June mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

The nickname "Smurf" usually brought a smile to his face, a playful nod to his love for colorful beanies and his bright personality. But today, it felt like a reminder of something he couldn't be anymore.

As the weeks went on, Harry-June tried harder to change. He ditched his beanies entirely, experimenting with new hairstyles and accessories. He thought it would help, that the criticism would stop.

It didn't.

The trolls found other things to attack—his shoes, his gestures, the way he spoke during interviews. No matter what he did, it was never enough.

The stress began to manifest physically. Sleep eluded him, his mind replaying the hateful comments on an endless loop. His appetite vanished, and persistent headaches became his constant companion. Even during practice, his sharp movements dulled, his energy drained.

"Harry-June, focus!" E-Chan called out during dance rehearsal one afternoon.

"Sorry," he muttered, shaking his head as if to clear it.

E-Chan exchanged a worried look with D1. The leader wasn't one to scold unnecessarily, but he could see something was wrong.

"Let's take a break," E-Chan announced, clapping his hands.

As the others headed to the water cooler, Yuku hung back, watching Harry-June slump onto the floor. His face was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

"Junie," Yuku said quietly, sitting down beside him. "What's going on? You've been off lately."

Harry-June forced a laugh. "I'm fine. Just tired."

"You've been tired for weeks," Yuku pressed, his voice gentle but firm.

Harry-June didn't answer, staring at the ground. Yuku hesitated, then patted his shoulder. "You don't have to tell me now, but we're here for you. Don't forget that."