Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Pushing Through the Pain (Yuma)

The atmosphere in the &TEAM practice room was electric, filled with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor and the faint hum of music playing in the background. The group had been working tirelessly for days, perfecting the choreography for their upcoming showcase. They wanted this performance to stand out, to leave a lasting impression.

Despite their progress, something was missing—a standout moment that would elevate their routine from great to unforgettable.

"Maybe we need a wow factor," Yuma suggested, stretching his arms as he caught his breath.

"What kind of wow factor?" Taki asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Yuma hesitated for a moment, then said, "What about an acrobatic element? Something flashy, like a flip or a twist in mid-air?"

The room fell silent as the members mulled over the idea.

"That could work," K said, breaking the silence. "But only if it's clean. We don't want to risk anything sloppy or dangerous."

Yuma's heart swelled with determination. He had always been the type to push boundaries, to challenge himself and others. This was his chance to prove his value, to show he could contribute something truly special.

"I can handle it," Yuma said confidently.

The others exchanged glances. "If anyone can, it's you," Fuma said with a nod, though his tone carried a hint of caution.

The next morning, Yuma woke up feeling uncharacteristically sluggish. His body ached, his head throbbed, and his throat felt dry and scratchy. He pressed the back of his hand against his forehead and winced at the heat radiating from his skin.

"Probably just exhaustion," he muttered to himself. The thought of taking the day off didn't even cross his mind. They were too close to the showcase, and missing practice wasn't an option—not for him.

By the time Yuma arrived at the studio, the rest of the group was already warming up. He quickly joined in, masking his discomfort with a forced smile.

"You look a little pale," Fuma noted, eyeing him with concern.

"Did you sleep okay?" asked Taki.

"I'm fine," Yuma replied, waving them off. "Just tired."

The practice session began, and Yuma threw himself into the choreography. Every step, every turn, every leap felt heavier than usual, as though his body was weighed down by invisible chains. Sweat poured down his face, but he ignored it, willing himself to push through.

As the hours passed, the group moved on to rehearsing the acrobatic segment. Yuma's role was the most demanding—a one-handed cartwheel followed by a mid-air twist. He had suggested the move, so he felt responsible for mastering it.

"Let's try it," K said, signaling for the music to start.

Yuma took his position, his heart pounding not just from nerves but also from the fever steadily building inside him.

The first attempt was shaky; his landing was off-balance.

"Again," Yuma said before anyone could comment.

The second attempt was no better. His muscles felt like jelly, his vision blurred slightly as he spun through the air.

"Yuma, are you sure you're okay?" Harua asked, stepping closer.

"I'm fine!" Yuma snapped, then immediately softened his tone. "I just need to get the timing right."

The others exchanged worried looks but didn't press the issue.