Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Quiet Treasure (Jeongwoo)

Jeongwoo had always been the type to push through, no matter how tired or overwhelmed he felt. It wasn't pride exactly—it was more that he didn't want to let anyone down. His members, his fans, his team—they all worked so hard, and Jeongwoo felt it was only fair for him to do the same.

So when the headaches started a couple of weeks ago, he brushed them off. "It's just stress," he told himself, massaging his temples as he prepared for another long day of practice. His vision blurred sometimes, and there were moments when his body felt heavier than usual, but he ignored the signs. There was no time to rest when their next comeback loomed so close.

On this particular day, Jeongwoo had arrived at the studio early. It was becoming a habit—waking up before the others and sneaking off to practice alone. The solitude gave him a sense of control, a chance to perfect his vocals and dance without distractions.

But as the morning stretched on, his body began to betray him. The room felt colder than usual, and his headache throbbed with a dull but persistent ache.

"I'll just rest for a minute," he thought, sinking into the chair by the table. He barely registered the wave of dizziness before everything went dark.

Jeongwoo's body slumped forward, his head striking the corner of the table with a sickening thud. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious, a thin trickle of blood seeping from the gash on his temple. The studio fell into silence, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Meanwhile, back in the practice room, the rest of Treasure was growing restless.

"Where is Jeongwoo?" Jihoon muttered, glancing at the clock. "It's not like him to be this late."

"Maybe he got caught up with something," Hyunsuk suggested, though his tone was more worried than casual.

"Something's wrong," Yoshi said quietly. "I can feel it."

The members exchanged uneasy glances. Jeongwoo was known for his punctuality and dedication—missing practice without a word was entirely out of character.

"Let's split up and look for him," Hyunsuk decided. "Check everywhere: the dorm, the cafeteria, the recording studios. Call me if you find him."

Yoshi and Asahi were assigned to search the recording studios. They moved quickly, checking each room until they reached Studio 3. Yoshi pushed the door open and froze.

"Jeongwoo!" he shouted, rushing to the figure lying on the floor.

Asahi's breath hitched as he took in the scene: Jeongwoo, pale and motionless, with a streak of blood running down his temple. His chest rose and fell faintly, but he looked far too still for comfort.

"Asahi, call the others!" Yoshi said, his voice trembling.

Asahi fumbled with his phone, dialing Hyunsuk. "Hyung, it's Jeongwoo. He's unconscious. There's blood—we're in Studio 3. Hurry!"

The other members arrived within minutes, their faces pale with worry.

Jihoon knelt beside Jeongwoo, gently checking his pulse and breathing. "He's alive, but he needs a hospital. Now."

Without hesitation, Haruto and Jaehyuk carefully lifted Jeongwoo while Doyoung and Junghwan cleared the path. Hyunsuk coordinated with staff to arrange for immediate transportation.

The ride to the hospital was tense, the usually lively van silent except for the occasional murmurs of concern.

"What if it's serious?" Junkyu whispered, his hands fidgeting nervously.

"It doesn't matter what it is," Hyunsuk said firmly. "We'll handle it, whatever it takes."

At the hospital, Jeongwoo was rushed into the emergency room. The members waited anxiously, pacing the sterile corridor.