Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Sickening Silent (Jisung)

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Jisung slumped against the mirror in the practice room, clutching a water bottle that felt too heavy in his trembling hands. His head pounded in sync with the bass reverberating through the room, and every muscle in his body screamed for rest. But he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t. Not when the members were already annoyed with him.

“Jisung, can you take this seriously for once?” Haechan snapped, his frustration cutting through the music. He paused the track, glaring at the youngest.

“I am taking it seriously,” Jisung muttered, though even to his own ears, his voice lacked conviction.

“You call that serious?” Jeno chimed in, his arms crossed. “You’ve been missing steps all day.”

“I’m just—” Jisung started, but Mark cut him off with a sigh.

“We’re all tired, Jisung. No excuses. We need to pull this together. Our comeback is in less than two weeks.”

“I know,” Jisung bit out, his voice rising despite his exhaustion. “I’m trying, okay?”

Chenle snorted from the corner, shaking his head. “It doesn’t look like it.”

Jisung’s hands curled into fists. He wanted to scream, to tell them how much his head hurt, how his throat felt like sandpaper, how his legs felt like lead. But he couldn’t. If he admitted it, they’d think he was weak, and he couldn’t handle that—not from them.

“I’m done for today,” he said instead, storming out of the room before anyone could respond.

The next day, the atmosphere was even colder. The members barely acknowledged Jisung as he entered the practice room, their usual teasing replaced with silence. He wanted to apologize, but the words stuck in his throat, tangled with pride and frustration.

Mark handed out the day’s schedule, avoiding Jisung’s eyes. “Let’s start with the bridge section. Chenle, Jeno, you’ll lead. Jisung, try to keep up this time.”

The comment stung, but Jisung swallowed his retort and nodded. He threw himself into practice, pushing his body past its limits. His fever had climbed overnight, and sweat poured down his back, but he ignored it. He couldn’t give them another reason to be angry.

“Jisung, your timing’s off again!” Haechan’s voice cut through the music. “Are you even paying attention?”

“Give him a break,” Renjun said, though his tone was more tired than sympathetic.

“No, he needs to get it together,” Jeno interjected, his frustration bubbling over. “We don’t have time for this.”

Jisung’s vision blurred as tears pricked at his eyes. He blinked them away, refusing to let them see how much their words hurt.

By the third day, Jisung could barely stand, but he forced himself to keep going. His skin was pale, his lips dry, and his breathing labored, but none of the members seemed to notice. Or maybe they just didn’t care.

“Alright, let’s run through the full routine one more time,” Mark said, clapping his hands together.

Jisung nodded weakly, positioning himself at the back. The music started, and he moved through the choreography on autopilot, his limbs sluggish and uncoordinated.

Halfway through, the room started to spin. His vision darkened at the edges, and his legs wobbled beneath him. He stumbled, colliding with Chenle, who turned with an annoyed glare.

“Jisung, watch where—” Chenle started, but his words were cut off by a loud thud as Jisung crumpled to the floor.

“Jisung!” Mark’s voice was the first to break through the stunned silence.