Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

The Challenge Turned Nightmare (Jackson)

The lights of the studio shone brightly as GOT7 prepared for their latest variety show segment. The members were in high spirits, bantering with each other as they waited for the next challenge to be announced.

"Do you think they're going to make us eat weird food again?" Bambam asked, leaning against Yugyeom.

Jaebeom smirked. "As long as it's not another game where we have to run around like maniacs."

"Whatever it is," Mark said with a grin, "we've got Jackson. He can handle anything."

Youngjae nodded enthusiastically. "True. Especially if it's something athletic. Don't forget, we've got a former Hong Kong national fencing team member on our side!"

Jackson, seated nearby and tying his shoelaces, rolled his eyes playfully. "You guys always bring that up like it's a cheat code."

"Because it is a cheat code," Jaebeom said, crossing his arms. "If it's fencing, we're guaranteed to win."

"I don't know," Yugyeom teased, "what if he's rusty?"

"Rusty?" Jackson repeated with mock offense. "Yugyeom, I'll show you rusty."

The group burst into laughter as a staff member approached with a clipboard and a smile. "Gentlemen, for the next challenge, we're testing reflexes and precision with a fencing duel."

The members erupted into cheers, slapping Jackson on the back.

"What did I tell you?" Bambam grinned. "We've already won!"

"All right, all right," Jackson said, standing up. "I'll take this one. Just don't cry when I make it look too easy."

"Don't embarrass us, though," Mark teased, winking.

Jackson laughed, walking over to suit up. He donned the protective gear like a pro, his movements confident.

When Jackson stepped onto the mat, the "mystery opponent" was introduced-a masked individual dressed in fencing gear, standing silently on the opposite side.

"Wow, they really went all out," Bambam said, leaning forward to get a better look.

"Bet they're shaking in their boots now that they know it's Jackson," Yugyeom added, earning laughter from the group.

Jackson saluted with his sword, signaling the start of the duel. The first few exchanges were light, with Jackson testing his opponent's skill. But something felt off. The strikes coming at him were aggressive, almost reckless, and far more intense than necessary for a variety show challenge.

Jackson's instincts flared as his opponent lunged again, the blade narrowly missing his shoulder. He parried and stepped back, the force of the impact rattling his arm.

"That's... a bit much," Jackson muttered under his breath, glancing toward the staff.

The members noticed the change in Jackson's demeanor.

"Why does this feel so serious?" Youngjae asked, frowning.

Jaebeom leaned forward. "Something's not right."

Before Jackson could process further, his opponent lunged again, this time with alarming speed and precision. Jackson's foot slipped as he tried to dodge, throwing him off balance. The opponent seized the moment, driving their blade forward with force.

Jackson felt a sharp, searing pain in his side as the blade tore through his protective jacket and plunged deep into his flesh.

A collective gasp erupted from the members and the surrounding crew as Jackson stumbled backward, dropping his sword. His hands instinctively flew to his side, where blood was already soaking through the fabric.

"Jackson!" Mark's voice cut through the chaos as he sprinted toward the mat, followed closely by Jaebeom and the others.

"Stop the match!" Jaebeom shouted, his voice filled with panic and anger.

The members reached Jackson just as he collapsed to his knees. His face was pale, his breaths shallow, and his hands trembled as he pressed them against the wound.

"Hyung, stay with us," Yugyeom begged, crouching beside him.

Mark ripped off Jackson's fencing jacket, exposing the wound. Blood poured from the deep gash, staining his shirt crimson.

"Oh my God," Bambam whispered, his face ashen.

"Where's the medic?!" Jaebeom roared, his voice trembling with fury.

The staff scrambled, some calling for help while others froze in shock. The opponent, still standing on the mat, removed their mask. Beneath it was a staff member who had recently joined the production team.

Their expression was eerily calm. "I didn't mean for it to go this far," they said, their voice devoid of remorse.

"You call this an accident?!" Jaebeom surged forward, but Mark and Youngjae grabbed him, holding him back.

"Not now," Mark snapped. "Jackson needs us."

Jaebeom clenched his fists, his jaw tight with anger.

The medics arrived moments later, but for the members, it felt like hours. Jackson's eyelids fluttered, his body shaking as he slipped closer to unconsciousness.

"Hyung, don't close your eyes," Yugyeom pleaded, gripping Jackson's hand tightly.

"We're right here," Jaebeom added, his voice soft but firm. "You're going to be okay."

The ambulance ride to the hospital was tense. The members crowded around Jackson, refusing to leave his side. Mark kept pressure on the wound, his hands sticky with blood, while Bambam whispered encouragements into Jackson's ear.

At the hospital, Jackson was rushed into surgery, leaving the group to wait in agonizing uncertainty.

Jaebeom paced the hallway, his fists clenched. "How the hell did this happen? How did someone like that get on the set?"

Youngjae sat with his head in his hands. "This wasn't just a random accident. They targeted Jackson."

"They knew what they were doing," Bambam muttered, his voice laced with anger.

Hours passed before a doctor emerged. The group surged forward, their faces a mix of hope and fear.

"The injury was severe," the doctor began, "but we were able to repair the damage. He lost a significant amount of blood, but he's stable now. He'll need time to recover, but he's going to be okay."

The collective sigh of relief was almost deafening.

When the members were finally allowed to see Jackson, they entered his room quietly. He was pale and weak but awake, a faint smile tugging at his lips when he saw them.

"You guys look terrible," he joked softly.

"Don't even start," Jaebeom said, his voice thick with emotion. "You scared the hell out of us."

"I didn't mean to," Jackson replied, his smile fading. "I knew something was off, but I didn't think..."

Mark sat down beside him, his expression serious. "Jackson, that wasn't just a random opponent. That was a sasaeng."

Jackson's eyes widened. "A sasaeng?"

Youngjae nodded. "They infiltrated the staff just to get close to you. And they used this challenge as a way to hurt you."

Bambam's fists clenched at his sides. "If we hadn't been there..."

"I'm sorry," Jackson said quietly, guilt flickering in his eyes.

"Don't apologize," Jaebeom said firmly. "This wasn't your fault. We'll make sure this never happens again."

As Jackson recovered, the members stayed by his side, their bond stronger than ever. The incident served as a harsh reminder of the dangers they faced, but it also reinforced the importance of their support for one another.

For Jackson, the scar would always be a reminder of the darker side of fame. But surrounded by his brothers, he knew he'd never have to face it alone.