Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

The Middle Child's Breaking Point (Wonbin)

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Wonbin woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring. The sharp trill felt like a hammer pounding against his head, but he forced himself to sit up, blinking at the early morning light streaming through the window. His throat burned, his head throbbed, and his body felt unnaturally heavy, but he shrugged it off.

"It's just a cold," he mumbled to himself, swinging his legs out of bed. He had handled worse before.

Today was too important to let a little sickness stop him. The group had a major schedule—a live performance that would showcase their new choreography, their energy, and their teamwork. RIIZE had been tirelessly preparing for weeks, and Wonbin knew he couldn't afford to fall behind.

By the time he joined the others in the kitchen, his head was pounding harder, and a faint wheeze escaped his chest with each breath. He grabbed a bottle of water and quietly sipped it, hoping no one would notice.

"Wonbin, you okay?" Shotaro asked, peering at him with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Wonbin replied, forcing a smile. "Just a bit tired."

Shotaro didn't look convinced, but with the others chatting and eating breakfast, the conversation quickly shifted away. Wonbin let out a small sigh of relief.

Rehearsals were gruelling. The choreography demanded precision and speed, and Wonbin's body felt like it was moving through water. Every leap and turn sent his head spinning, and his breaths became shallower with each run-through.

"You okay, Wonbin?" Seunghan asked during a water break, his brows furrowed.

"I'm fine," Wonbin lied, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Eunseok wasn't as easily convinced. "You look pale. Are you sure?"

Wonbin waved them off. "Seriously, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

But by the time they finished their second set, Wonbin's chest felt tight, and his skin was clammy. He doubled over, coughing hard enough to make the rest of the group pause.

"You're not fine," Sohee said firmly, placing a hand on Wonbin's back. "We need to get you checked out."

"I just need a minute," Wonbin insisted, brushing him off. His pride wouldn't let him admit how bad he felt. He'd seen his hyungs perform through injuries and illnesses—why couldn't he?

The day dragged on, and by the time they wrapped up rehearsals, Wonbin was barely standing. His head swam, and his chest wheezed with every breath. But instead of going home to rest, he silently boarded the van, determined to push through the schedule.

The live performance was a blur. Wonbin couldn't focus on the lights or the cameras or even the choreography. Every movement felt like it took twice the effort, and by the second chorus, he knew something was wrong.

He stumbled during a turn, barely catching himself before falling. His vision blurred, and his chest felt like it was being crushed. By the time the song ended, he was gasping for air.

"Wonbin-hyung!" Anton's voice cut through the haze as the younger member rushed to his side.

The next few moments were chaotic. Someone grabbed his arm, someone else was calling for help, and the next thing Wonbin knew, he was being guided offstage. His breaths came in shallow, rapid gasps, and he couldn't stop coughing.

"We need to get him to a hospital," Eunseok said urgently.

The doctor's words hit Wonbin like a brick.

"You've developed a fever, and the strain on your body has triggered a relapse of your asthma."

Asthma. He hadn't had an attack in years—not since he was a teenager. He thought he had outgrown it, but now, lying in a hospital bed with an oxygen mask on his face, he felt small and helpless.

"You need to rest," the doctor continued. "Your body needs time to recover, and you'll need to monitor your asthma closely from now on. Pushing yourself too hard could make things worse."

Rest. Wonbin wanted to laugh. How could he rest when the group was counting on him? He was supposed to be reliable, strong, and capable—not this fragile version of himself.

When the members visited later that evening, he couldn't meet their eyes.

"Wonbin, why didn't you say anything?" Sungchan asked, his tone a mix of worry and frustration.

"I thought I could handle it," Wonbin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You guys always push through, no matter what. I didn't want to be the weak one."

"That's ridiculous," Sohee said, crossing his arms. "We're a team. If one of us isn't okay, we all feel it."

The room was heavy with tension. The members were worried, but Wonbin could sense their frustration, too. He had put himself at risk, and in doing so, he had jeopardized their performance.

As the days passed, Wonbin remained in the hospital under observation. His fever slowly subsided, but his asthma required careful monitoring. The members visited every day, bringing snacks, games, and updates on their schedules.

At first, Wonbin tried to keep his usual composure, but the combination of illness and guilt made it harder to maintain his walls. One evening, when Eunsoek brought him a homemade soup, Wonbin broke down.

"I'm sorry," he said, tears streaming down his face. "I didn't mean to worry you guys. I just... I didn't want to let you down."

Eunsoek set the soup aside and pulled a chair closer to the bed. "Wonbin, you're allowed to have limits. Just because we push through sometimes doesn't mean it's the right thing to do. And it doesn't mean we expect you to do the same."

"I hate being like this," Wonbin admitted. "I hate being a burden."

"You're not a burden," Eunsoek said firmly. "You're our brother. We care about you, not just as a member of RIIZE, but as Wonbin."

The other members echoed similar sentiments in the days that followed. Sungchan teased him to lighten the mood, while Sohee stayed quiet but always seemed to know when Wonbin needed a hand or a distraction. Anton, ever the maknae, hovered nearby, ready to help at a moment's notice.

For the first time, Wonbin allowed himself to lean on them. He let himself be vulnerable, letting them see the side of him he usually kept hidden.

When Wonbin was finally discharged, he returned to the dorms with strict instructions to rest. The members took the doctor's orders seriously, banning him from practice and making sure he ate properly.

At first, the forced rest made him restless and irritable. But as the days passed, he began to appreciate the time to heal. He reconnected with the members in a way he hadn't before, sharing stories, watching movies, and laughing over old memories.

The tension that had lingered after his collapse gradually faded. The members understood now that even the strongest among them had moments of weakness, and Wonbin realized that he didn't have to carry everything alone.

Months later, as RIIZE prepared for another major performance, Wonbin stood in the practice room, feeling stronger than ever. His asthma was under control, and he had learned to listen to his body instead of ignoring it.

"Ready, Wonbin?" Shotaro asked, tossing him a water bottle.

Wonbin smiled. "Always."

As the music started, he moved with confidence, knowing that no matter what challenges came their way, they would face them together.