Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Unbreakable (Gunil)

The night was cool, with a gentle breeze rustling through the city streets. Gunil and Jun Han strolled side by side, their conversation light and casual. They'd just wrapped up another long day at the company studio, where they had been working tirelessly on new music for their comeback. The streets were quiet, except for the distant hum of cars and the occasional bark of a stray dog.

"Hyung," Jun Han started, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "don't you think we've outdone ourselves with this one? The bridge in the new song is insane."

Gunil chuckled, his eyes crinkling with pride. "You did great, Jun Han. Your guitar solo ties the whole track together."

Jun Han grinned, the rare praise from their leader lifting his spirits. He felt a little lighter, like the stress of the day had been worth it.

But as they turned a corner into a quieter alley, Jun Han's grin faded. He glanced over his shoulder, his instincts prickling. "Hyung," he said hesitantly, his voice dropping, "I think someone's following us."

Gunil's steps slowed as his senses sharpened. His years of Taekwondo training taught him to be vigilant, and now, every sound seemed louder, every shadow darker. He turned his head slightly and spotted several figures trailing them. They weren't trying to be discreet anymore—their footsteps echoed ominously, and their intentions were clear.

"Stay calm," Gunil said quietly, moving slightly in front of Jun Han. "Don't panic. Just stay behind me."

The figures emerged from the shadows, revealing themselves as a group of ten men. Their expressions were menacing, their posture aggressive.

"Hey, you two," the leader of the group called out, his voice rough. "Hand over your wallets, phones, whatever you've got. Make it quick."

Gunil's jaw tightened. He took a small step back, positioning himself more firmly between Jun Han and the thugs. "We don't want any trouble," he said evenly, his tone calm but firm. "Let us pass."

The thug sneered. "That's not how this works, buddy. You give us what we want, or we'll take it by force."

Before Gunil could say another word, one of the thugs lunged forward, aiming a punch at him. Gunil blocked it with practiced precision, twisting the man's arm and shoving him backward. The attacker stumbled, falling into one of his companions.

Gunil didn't wait for the next move. He delivered a sharp kick to another thug's chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. His movements were fluid and powerful, honed by years of training as a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo.

"Jun Han," Gunil said over his shoulder, his voice sharp, "get out of here. Run!"

Jun Han hesitated, his feet rooted to the ground in fear. He watched as Gunil took on two more attackers, his strikes quick and calculated. But it was ten against one, and the thugs were relentless. They circled around him, attacking from all sides. Gunil deflected as many blows as he could, but they started to land—on his ribs, his arms, his back.

"Jun Han, go!" Gunil shouted, his voice strained.

Finally snapping out of his paralysis, Jun Han spotted a gap in the chaos and took off running. His heart pounded as he sprinted toward the dorm, his mind racing with fear and guilt. He hated leaving Gunil behind, but he knew he had to get help.

Jun Han burst through the dorm door, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The other members—Jungsu, Gaon, O.de, and Jooyeon—looked up in alarm.

"Jun Han?" Jungsu asked, standing up. "What's wrong?"

"It's Gunil-hyung," Jun Han gasped, his voice shaking. "He's being attacked—there's a gang of them. We have to help him!"