Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Unspoken Pain (Serim)

The dorm was finally quiet. The Cravity members had settled into their respective rooms after a long, grueling day. It had been packed with practices, individual schedules, and a group meeting that ran longer than expected. Serim sighed as he sank onto his bed, exhaustion pulling at every muscle. Leadership was fulfilling but draining. He glanced at his phone—past midnight. Another early schedule loomed just a few hours away.

He closed his eyes, determined to squeeze in some rest, but the fragile quiet shattered with a sound that made his eyes snap open. It was faint at first—a muffled cry, barely audible through the walls. Serim froze, his senses sharpening. The sound came again, louder, filled with distress.

Throwing off his blanket, Serim padded into the hallway, following the noise. His chest tightened when he realized the cries were coming from Seongmin's room. He pushed the slightly ajar door open, his heart sinking at the sight.

Seongmin, the youngest of their group, was thrashing in his bed. His blanket was tangled around his legs, and his face was scrunched with fear. Whimpers and broken cries escaped his lips as he twisted against whatever nightmare was gripping him.

"Seongmin-ah," Serim called softly, stepping closer. He didn't want to startle the younger boy but couldn't stand seeing him like this.

When Seongmin didn't respond, Serim crouched beside the bed, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Seongmin, wake up. It's just a dream."

The moment Serim's hand made contact, Seongmin jolted awake with a gasp. His wide, tear-filled eyes darted around the room, unfocused and panicked.

"Hyung?" Seongmin's voice was barely a whisper, shaky and raw.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Serim said softly, his leader instincts kicking in. "It was just a nightmare. You're safe now."

But Seongmin didn't seem to hear him. His breaths came in shallow, rapid bursts as he flailed, his hands reaching out blindly. Before Serim could react, Seongmin grabbed his arm with surprising strength and yanked him forward.

The motion was so sudden and forceful that Serim couldn't brace himself. Pain exploded in his shoulder as a sharp pop echoed in the quiet room. His breath hitched, and for a moment, all he could focus on was the searing agony radiating from his arm.

"Hyung, help me!" Seongmin's panicked voice cut through the fog of pain.

Serim gritted his teeth, shoving the pain aside. "I'm here, Seongmin. You're okay. It's over."

The younger boy's grip tightened, his nails digging into Serim's skin as he clung to him desperately. Tears streamed down his face, and his body trembled violently.

"It was so real," Seongmin sobbed, his voice breaking. "I couldn't move, hyung. I thought—"

"Shh, it's okay," Serim interrupted gently, forcing his voice to stay calm despite the throbbing pain in his shoulder. He used his good arm to pull Seongmin into a comforting hug, cradling the maknae's head against his chest. "You're safe now. I promise."

Seongmin's cries gradually subsided into soft sniffles as Serim rocked him back and forth, whispering reassurances. His shoulder screamed in protest with every movement, but he didn't let it show. Seongmin needed him more than he needed relief.

By the time Seongmin fell back asleep, the first rays of dawn were creeping through the curtains. Serim carefully untangled himself, wincing as the motion jostled his injured shoulder. He bit down on his lip to keep from groaning.

In his room, Serim inspected his shoulder in the mirror. The joint was clearly out of place, the skin around it swollen and discolored. He tried rotating his arm but hissed when a fresh wave of pain shot through him.

He considered telling someone—Allen, maybe—but the image of Seongmin's tear-streaked face stopped him. The maknae already blamed himself for small things; if he found out about the injury, the guilt would eat him alive.

"I'll deal with it later," Serim muttered to himself, pulling on a loose hoodie to hide the swelling.

At breakfast, Seongmin sat quietly, barely touching his food. His usual bright energy was replaced with a subdued silence that didn't go unnoticed.

"Seongmin-ah, are you feeling okay?" Jungmo asked, his voice laced with concern.

Seongmin nodded hesitantly, glancing at Serim. "I'm fine. I just... didn't sleep well."

Serim placed a hand on his head, ruffling his hair with a smile. "You'll feel better once we start the day. Don't overthink it."

Seongmin looked at him with wide, guilt-ridden eyes. "Hyung, are you sure you're okay? Because of last night..."

"I'm perfectly fine," Serim lied smoothly, ignoring the sharp throb in his shoulder as he reached for his coffee.

Seongmin's lips quivered, but he managed a small nod.

The day's schedule was relentless. They had back-to-back practice sessions, a photoshoot, and an evening radio appearance. Every step of choreography sent jolts of pain through Serim's shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and powered through, unwilling to let anyone notice.

Allen's sharp eyes caught the stiffness in Serim's movements. "Hyung, are you sure you're okay? You're not moving like usual."

"Just a little sore," Serim replied with a forced smile. "I'm fine."

But as the days went on, hiding the injury became increasingly difficult. Simple tasks like lifting his bag or tying his shoes were excruciating. He found himself avoiding using his injured arm altogether, a habit that didn't escape Allen's notice.

Four days after the injury, Serim sat on the couch in the dorm's living room, cradling his arm subtly. The pain had grown unbearable, a constant, dull ache that flared into sharp agony with every movement.

Allen entered the room, his sharp gaze narrowing when he saw Serim's pale face and the way he was holding his arm. "Hyung, can we talk?"

Serim blinked, startled. "Sure."

Allen led him to the kitchen, away from the others. Crossing his arms, he stared at Serim. "What's going on with your arm?"

"Nothing," Serim said, feigning nonchalance.

"Hyung," Allen said firmly, his tone softening with concern. "You've been favoring it all week. Tell me the truth."

Serim sighed, realizing he couldn't hide it anymore. "It's dislocated."

Allen's eyes widened in shock. "Dislocated? Since when?"

"Since Seongmin's night terror," Serim admitted reluctantly.

Allen stared at him in disbelief. "You've been walking around with a dislocated shoulder for four days?!"

"I didn't want Seongmin to feel guilty," Serim explained quietly.

Allen's expression softened, but his voice was firm. "Hyung, you can't ignore something like this. You need to see a doctor."

Allen insisted on bringing Seongmin along to the hospital. When the maknae learned the truth, tears welled up in his eyes.

"I hurt you?" Seongmin whispered, his voice trembling.

"It's not your fault," Serim assured him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

At the hospital, the doctor realigned Serim's shoulder with a sharp pull. Serim gripped the table tightly, his face pale from the pain. Seongmin flinched at the sight, guilt written all over his face.

When it was over, Serim turned to Seongmin with a soft smile. "See? All fixed."

Back at the dorm, the members gathered around Serim, teasing him lightly about his stubbornness but also showering him with care. Seongmin stuck close to his side, determined to make up for what happened.

The injury became a reminder of the bond they shared. Despite the pain, Serim knew he'd do it all over again to protect his members. Seeing Seongmin's relieved smile made every moment worth it.