Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Ordeal and Recovery (Intak)

The Tokyo trip was meant to be a triumphant moment for P1Harmony. Their fan base was growing internationally, and their performance in Japan had been electric. But beneath the surface, tension simmered within the group.

The youngest members, Soul and Jongseob, had been receiving hateful comments online for weeks. Misunderstandings about their friendship had spiraled out of control, and the malicious remarks were starting to take a toll on the two maknaes. Keeho, Theo, and Jiung, the eldest members, took it upon themselves to shield their youngest, offering encouragement and constant watchfulness.

What no one realized, however, was that Intak had been battling his own storm. Accusations had emerged online, claiming he was stealing Soul's rap lines, a baseless rumor that gained traction among a vocal minority. Despite knowing the claims were false—Soul always chose his lines—it was painful to see his talent and integrity questioned.

Intak chose not to speak up. The older members were already so focused on protecting Soul and Jongseob. How could he ask for more of their attention when he was supposed to be a pillar of strength for the group? So he bore it quietly, hiding the threatening messages that filled his inbox.

Haneda Airport was chaotic, as always. The group had just wrapped up a fan meet and were heading back to Seoul. Fans crowded the terminal, waving banners and phones, their excitement palpable. But amid the genuine supporters, a darker presence lurked—a group of anti-fans with a sinister plan.

The group moved as they usually did, forming a protective circle around Soul and Jongseob. Keeho led the way, Theo and Jiung flanking the sides, and Intak, as the third youngest, taking up the rear.

He didn't mind being at the back—it gave him a chance to keep an eye on everyone. But today, it marked him as vulnerable.

The anti-fans executed their plan with chilling precision. Five of them lunged toward Soul and Jongseob, shouting insults and accusations. Security and the elder members immediately focused their attention on the maknaes, tightening the circle around them.

Amid the chaos, Intak felt a sharp tug at his neck. His necklace—a cherished accessory he wore everywhere—was yanked hard, the chain digging into his skin. Before he could react, a hand clamped over his mouth, silencing his shout.

The anti-fans dragged him backward, slipping into a side corridor. The heavy door slammed shut, cutting off the noise of the terminal.

Intak stumbled as they shoved him into a dimly lit room, the walls lined with storage shelves and cleaning supplies. His heart pounded in his chest as he found himself surrounded by five strangers, their faces partially obscured by masks and caps.

"So, you think you can just steal lines and get away with it?" one of them sneered.

Intak shook his head, his voice trembling. "I didn't—"

The first punch landed in his ribs, knocking the air out of him.

"Liar," another hissed, kicking his shin.

Intak fell to the floor, pain shooting through his side. He tried to get up, but they shoved him back down. Fists and feet rained down on him, each blow accompanied by venomous words.

"You're nothing without the others."

"Quit the group already."

"Let's see how good you are without a voice."

One of them grabbed his necklace again, wrapping it around his neck and pulling it tight. Intak clawed at the chain, panic rising as his airway constricted. His vision blurred, his limbs growing weak as he gasped for air.

Back at the van, Keeho was doing a headcount, a habit he'd developed to ensure everyone made it through the chaos.

"One, two, three... five."

He froze. "Wait. Where's Intak?"

Theo's head snapped up, his eyes scanning the group. "He was right behind us."

Panic set in immediately. Keeho and Theo exchanged a glance before turning to Jiung, who was comforting Soul and Jongseob.

"Stay here," Keeho ordered, his voice tight. "We're going back to find him."

Accompanied by their manager and a bodyguard, they raced back into the terminal. Shouting Intak's name, they retraced their steps, scanning the crowd for any sign of him.

Keeho's heart pounded. Where could he be?

Then he heard it—a muffled sound, faint but unmistakable, coming from a nearby corridor.

"This way!" he shouted, sprinting toward the noise.

The bodyguard called for airport security to unlock the door. As it swung open, the scene inside froze them in their tracks.

Intak lay crumpled on the floor, his body bruised and battered. Blood streaked his face, and his arms hung limply at his sides. One of the anti-fans was still holding his necklace, twisting it tighter.

"Stop!" Keeho's voice boomed, his fury palpable.

Most of the anti-fans froze, their confidence crumbling under the glare of the bodyguard and security. But the one holding Intak's necklace didn't relent.

Keeho didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, tackling the anti-fan to the ground. Theo rushed to Intak's side, his hands trembling as he unfastened the necklace.

"Intak, wake up," Theo whispered, his voice breaking.

Intak's chest rose and fell faintly, but his eyes remained closed. His face was unnaturally pale, and his lips were tinged blue.

Keeho called for paramedics as the bodyguard restrained the remaining anti-fans. Theo stayed by Intak's side, his hands gently cradling his friend's bruised face.

The ride to the hospital was tense and silent, the weight of what had happened sinking in. Jiung, Soul, and Jongseob sat in stunned silence, their eyes darting between Keeho and Theo, who hovered protectively over Intak.

At the emergency room, doctors confirmed Intak had suffered a mild concussion, fractured ribs, and bruising around his neck. The injuries would heal, but the psychological impact was harder to gauge.

The following days were a blur of hospital visits and quiet moments by Intak's bedside. The members took turns staying with him, each finding their own way to comfort him.

Theo was the silent presence, always there with a reassuring pat or a steadying hand. Jiung brought humor, determined to see Intak smile again. Soul and Jongseob stuck close, their worry etched into their young faces.

Keeho, however, carried a heavy burden of guilt.

"I should've noticed sooner," he confessed to Theo one night. "I should've protected him."

"You can't blame yourself for this," Theo said firmly. "The best thing we can do now is help him heal."

But healing wasn't easy. Intak flinched at sudden movements and avoided wearing necklaces altogether. His once-vibrant energy was dulled, replaced by a quiet wariness.

One evening, Jiung presented Intak with a new necklace—a simple chain with a small charm.

"It's from all of us," Jiung said. "No pressure, but we thought it might help."

Intak stared at the necklace for a long moment before slipping it over his head. It felt lighter than his old one, a small but meaningful step forward.

Their first performance after the incident was nerve-wracking. Intak stood center stage, his heart pounding as he adjusted the new necklace around his neck.

Keeho placed a hand on his shoulder. "We've got you."

As the music swelled, Intak's voice rang out strong and clear. The trauma hadn't disappeared, but it no longer defined him. With his members by his side, he was ready to face whatever came next.

And for the first time in weeks, he smiled—a small but powerful reminder of his resilience and the unbreakable bond he shared with his team.