Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Single Ticket Heartbreak (Kevin)

Kevin had always been the shining light of the dorm. Known for his warm smile, infectious laugh, and the way he could turn any moment into something fun, he was the heart of The Boyz. But even the brightest hearts had their softer spots, and for Kevin, that spot was Beyoncé.

He'd been a loyal member of the Beyhive for as long as anyone could remember, his admiration for her unmatched. Her music had been the soundtrack to his journey as an artist, her work ethic a beacon of inspiration. His one dream had been to see her perform live, to experience the magic he had only watched on screen.

But that dream seemed out of reach. Tickets were always sold out before he could click "buy," and resellers charged prices so high they made his head spin. It became a running joke among the members—Kevin and his elusive Beyoncé tickets.

And that's where Q came in.

Q had always been the prankster of the group, finding humor in the little things. So, when he stumbled across a website selling fake concert tickets as novelty items, an idea sparked in his head.

It was meant to be harmless, a silly prank to see Kevin's reaction. Q never imagined it would go beyond that.

He ordered the fake tickets and waited eagerly for them to arrive. The moment they came, he slipped them into an envelope with a note: "For the biggest Beyoncé fan. Love, Q." Then, he placed it on Kevin's desk, grinning in anticipation of his reaction.

When Kevin returned from practice, exhausted but still smiling, he noticed the envelope immediately. Curiosity lit up his face as he opened it.

"What's this?" Kevin muttered, pulling out the sleek "tickets."

His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. "No... No way..."

Q peeked around the corner, watching as Kevin's hands began to tremble. His eyes filled with tears, and a laugh—half-joy, half-disbelief—escaped his lips.

"Q!" Kevin called out, his voice shaky with emotion.

Q emerged, unable to hold back his grin. "So? What do you think?"

Kevin looked at him, tears streaming down his cheeks. "This... I can't believe you did this. Thank you. I don't even know what to say."

Q chuckled, feeling a flicker of guilt as Kevin's voice broke with happiness. But the guilt wasn't enough to stop him from delivering the punchline.

"They're fake," Q blurted out, laughing nervously. "I thought it'd be funny—"

The shift in Kevin's expression was immediate. The joy in his eyes turned to something else—hurt, disbelief, and a quiet sadness that Q hadn't expected.

"You're kidding..." Kevin's voice was barely audible.

"I mean, come on, Hyung. It was just a joke," Q said, though his laughter had faded.

Kevin stared at him for a moment, then dropped the tickets on his desk. Without another word, he turned and walked to his room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Kevin wasn't one for confrontation. If something upset him, he internalized it, preferring to work through his emotions alone. This time was no different.

He didn't yell at Q or tell him how deeply the prank had hurt. Instead, he threw himself into a single-minded mission: securing real Beyoncé tickets.

The other members began to notice the change. Kevin, who was usually so lively and present, became distant. His phone was always in his hand, his laptop open in front of him as he scrolled through ticketing sites and resale platforms. He skipped meals, his eyes grew dark with exhaustion, and his usually bright energy dimmed.

"Kevin, are you okay?" Juyeon asked one evening, concerned.

"I'm fine," Kevin replied with a tired smile, his fingers still tapping away on his keyboard.

But he wasn't fine. He hadn't slept more than a few hours in days, his mind consumed by the thought of finally getting those tickets. Each time a sale ended or a lead fell through, it felt like another punch to the gut.

Q noticed Kevin's behavior too, and it tore him apart. He tried to apologize, but Kevin wouldn't hear it.

"Hyung, I'm sorry," Q said one morning, standing awkwardly by the kitchen counter as Kevin made coffee.

"It's fine," Kevin replied shortly, not meeting Q's eyes.

"It's not fine," Q insisted. "I didn't mean to hurt you. It was a stupid joke, and I regret it."

Kevin set down his mug with a little more force than necessary. "Q, I'm busy. Can we not do this right now?"

Q nodded, backing away. But the sight of Kevin's tired face and the slump in his usually proud shoulders stayed with him.

Q couldn't stand it anymore. Kevin wasn't just upset—he was wearing himself out, neglecting his health in the process.

One night, after hearing Kevin coughing through the wall, Q made a decision. He would make this right, no matter what it took.

Q spent the next week working tirelessly. He called everyone he knew, reached out to industry contacts, and scoured social media for leads. He even posted a heartfelt message online:

"My hyung has been dreaming of seeing Beyoncé for years. I made a mistake that hurt him deeply, and I want to make it right. If anyone can help me get tickets to her concert, please let me know. I'll do anything."

The post gained traction, with fans and even some insiders offering tips. Eventually, a contact came through—a friend of their company who had access to two VIP tickets for Beyoncé's upcoming concert in Seoul.

Q couldn't believe it. Holding the tickets in his hands, he felt a wave of relief and nervousness.

That evening, Kevin was sitting in the living room, scrolling through his phone with bleary eyes.

"Kebin?" Q approached cautiously, clutching the envelope behind his back.

Kevin didn't look up. "What do you want?"

"I need to talk to you," Q said, his voice trembling slightly. "Please."

Kevin sighed, setting his phone down. "What is it, Q?"

"I know I hurt you," Q began. "I thought I was being funny, but it wasn't funny. It was cruel, and I didn't realize how much it would mean to you. I've been trying to make it right, and... well, here."

He held out the envelope.

Kevin frowned but took it, his movements slow. As he opened it and saw the tickets inside, his breath hitched.

"Beyoncé... VIP?" Kevin whispered, his fingers trembling.

"They're real," Q said quickly. "I swear. I spent the whole week trying to find them. I just... I wanted to fix what I messed up."

Kevin stared at the tickets, his emotions swirling. Slowly, he looked up at Q.

"You did this?" Kevin asked, his voice soft.

Q nodded, tears forming in his eyes. "I couldn't stand seeing you like this, Hyung. You mean so much to me, and I hated knowing I was the reason you were hurting."

Kevin's lip quivered. He set the tickets down and stood, pulling Q into a hug. "You're an idiot," Kevin muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "But thank you."

The night of the concert, Kevin was a bundle of excitement. He insisted on bringing Q with him, saying it wouldn't feel right without him.

When Beyoncé took the stage, Kevin's face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. He sang along to every song, his voice rising above the crowd. During "Halo," he turned to Q, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Thank you," Kevin said, his voice barely audible over the music.

Q smiled, his own eyes damp. "Anything for you, Keb Hyung."

For Kevin, the concert was everything he had ever dreamed of. And for Q, the sight of Kevin's happiness was worth every ounce of effort.

Their bond grew stronger that night, a reminder that even the deepest hurts can be healed with love, effort, and a little Beyoncé magic.