Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Shattered Silence (Jisung)

MalakMimi541

It was just another day of intense practice for NCT Dream. The members were preparing for a live music show, rehearsing an intricate choreography that demanded precise footwork, quick transitions, and synchronization. The atmosphere was charged with the usual energy, but today, there was an undeniable sense of pressure that hung in the air. Each member was focused, determined to get everything right.

Jisung, the maknae, was always the first to dive into the choreography. His passion for dancing was contagious, and his drive was unrelenting. He pushed himself hard, always striving for perfection. But lately, something had been off. His energy felt lower than usual, and though he never complained, the exhaustion from back-to-back schedules and rigorous practice seemed to weigh on him. There was the tightness in his chest, the discomfort in his lungs, and the persistent cough that refused to leave him. Yet, he didn't want to show any weakness. He kept it to himself, pushing through each practice, determined to keep up with his members.

The group was rehearsing a particularly challenging section of the routine, the moves fast and demanding. The music blared, the beat thumping through the studio as they synchronized their movements. Jisung was in the center, as usual, throwing himself into the performance. His body was agile, his movements sharp—he was in the zone. But something felt wrong. His breath was shallow, and the cough that had been lingering for days was starting to get worse. He couldn't shake the feeling of dizziness creeping up on him, but he kept moving, kept dancing.

Then, it hit him.

A wave of dizziness swept over him like a sudden storm. His vision blurred for a moment, and everything around him felt like it was spinning. He stumbled mid-step, trying to regain his balance. His heart raced, his breath coming out in short bursts. But he couldn't stop. The music was still playing, the rhythm still demanding his attention.

Jisung attempted to spin to finish the next move, but the slick floor beneath his feet betrayed him. His feet slipped out from under him, his body jerking violently to the side. In that split second, he lost his balance completely.

A sharp, searing pain shot through his chest as he tried to right himself. But it was too late. He felt his body crash to the floor, his hands instinctively reaching out to catch himself. The impact was brutal, and a violent cough tore through him, catching him off guard. The sound of his hacking cough echoed through the room.

Blood.

The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as he gasped for air. Panic surged through him. His mind raced as he wiped his mouth with a trembling hand, feeling the warmth of the blood on his palm. His chest constricted painfully, each breath feeling like it took an immense amount of effort. His head was spinning, his vision blurring in and out. He tried to lift his head, to reassure his members, but it was as if his body refused to cooperate.

Then, another cough.

This time, more blood came up, a thick red streak staining the back of his hand.

The room went quiet, the weight of the moment settling over the group. The rest of the members froze, their eyes wide with shock, as they rushed to Jisung's side.

"Jisung!" Haechan's voice broke through the stillness, full of panic as he dropped to his knees beside him. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Jisung could barely respond. His lungs burned with each attempt to breathe, his chest tight and unyielding. His hands were trembling as he wiped at his mouth again, but more blood seeped through his fingers, and his vision swam in a haze of red.

"Jisung, please!" Jaemin's voice cracked with worry, his usually carefree demeanor replaced with something far more desperate. "Sungie, speak to us!"

Mark was beside him now, kneeling with a look of pure concern on his face. He reached out, trying to keep his voice steady. "Jisung, just breathe. It's okay, we're here. You're going to be fine."