Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Shattered Serenity (Yeosang)

Yeosang had always prided himself on his composure. As a member of Ateez, his calm demeanor and reserved personality balanced the group's dynamic energy. However, over the past few weeks, his usual peace of mind had been slipping through his fingers.

It started subtly.

The first incident was an object out of place. His favorite hoodie, one he distinctly remembered folding neatly on his bed, had been draped over the back of his desk chair instead. Yeosang frowned at it, tilting his head in confusion. Had he moved it without thinking? Shaking off the unease, he brushed it aside.

Then came the notes. Small, handwritten slips of paper appeared in his practice bag and on his personal van windshield, reading cryptic messages like, "I'm always watching," and "You're even more beautiful in person."

Yeosang tried to rationalize them, attributing the notes to overzealous fans who might have sneaked past security at their studio. Though unsettling, he kept the incidents to himself, reluctant to worry the other members.

But the unease grew harder to ignore.

One evening, Yeosang was returning to the dorm after a solo walk to clear his head. He paused in front of the building, his stomach knotting at the sight of an unfamiliar figure lingering near the entrance. The man had his hood up, his face obscured, and appeared to be staring directly at Yeosang.

Yeosang hesitated, debating whether to call someone, but when he looked again, the figure had vanished.

"You're just tired," he told himself, trying to shake off the chill running down his spine.

The group's hectic comeback schedule left little time for reflection, so Yeosang buried his feelings and focused on his work. The practice room became his sanctuary, a space where he could lose himself in choreography and music.

It was a rare day when the group wrapped up practice early. San and Wooyoung suggested stopping by a nearby restaurant for dinner, but Yeosang, feeling drained, decided to head back to the dorm alone.

"I'll see you guys later," he said with a small wave, earning concerned glances from his friends.

"Are you sure?" Seonghwa asked, his brow furrowed.

Yeosang nodded. "Just tired. I need to rest."

The dorm was silent when Yeosang arrived. The members wouldn't be back for another couple of hours, and he relished the rare quiet. Dropping his bag by the door, he walked into the living room—and froze.

The cushions on the couch were askew, drawers in the entertainment unit hung open, and the faint scent of unfamiliar perfume lingered in the air.

Something was wrong.

His heart pounded as he turned toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Just as he reached for his phone to call someone, a voice stopped him cold.

"You came home early."

Yeosang spun around to see a woman standing in the kitchen doorway. She was petite, her expression eerily calm, and she held one of the group's knives in her hand.

"I didn't expect to see you so soon," she said, her tone almost conversational.

Yeosang's throat went dry. "Who are you?"

"I'm your biggest fan," she replied, taking a step closer.

Yeosang's instincts screamed at him to run, but his legs felt rooted to the floor. He raised his phone, his fingers fumbling to unlock it, but the woman lunged forward, slapping it out of his hand.

"Don't," she hissed, her calm facade cracking.

The phone clattered to the ground, sliding out of reach. Yeosang took a shaky step back, his mind racing. "You need to leave," he said, his voice firm despite the fear curling in his chest.

"I'm not going anywhere," she snapped, her grip on the knife tightening. "You don't understand how much I've done for you, how much I love you!"

She moved closer, and Yeosang's back hit the wall. When she raised the knife, he reacted instinctively, grabbing her wrist to push it away. The struggle was clumsy, fuelled by adrenaline and panic. She was smaller than him but fought with a wild strength that made it hard to hold her off.

In the chaos, she shoved him hard, and he stumbled, his head striking the corner of the kitchen counter. Pain exploded in his skull, and he crumpled to the floor, his vision swimming.

The sound of the front door opening barely registered in Yeosang's hazy consciousness.

"We're back!" Yunho's voice called out cheerfully.

The lighthearted chatter of the returning members abruptly stopped as they stepped into the living room and took in the scene: the disheveled cushions, the drawers hanging open—and Yeosang lying motionless on the floor, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead.

"Yeosangie!" San's panicked cry echoed through the dorm.

The intruder, startled by their sudden arrival, bolted for the back door, dropping the knife as she fled. Wooyoung instinctively chased after her but returned moments later, cursing under his breath. "She's gone."

Meanwhile, Seonghwa knelt beside Yeosang, gently cradling his face. "Sangie, can you hear me?"

Yeosang's eyes fluttered open, his gaze unfocused. "Hyung..." he murmured weakly.

"You're going to be okay," Seonghwa said, his voice trembling with emotion. "We're here."

Mingi had already called for an ambulance, his hands shaking as he relayed the situation. The rest of the group hovered anxiously, their usual composure shattered by the sight of their friend so vulnerable.

The hours that followed were a blur of hospital corridors, worried whispers, and waiting. Yeosang was treated for a concussion and bruised ribs, and the doctors assured the members that he would recover with rest and time.

Still, the guilt weighed heavily on them.

"We should have seen the signs," Jongho said quietly, his fists clenched. "He's been acting strange for weeks, and we didn't even ask if he was okay."

"How could we not notice?" Hongjoong muttered, pacing back and forth.

"It's not our fault," San said, though his voice wavered with doubt. "We couldn't have known."

When Yeosang finally woke, the group crowded around his bedside, their relief palpable.

"Don't scare us like that again," Yunho said, his usual cheer replaced by a rare seriousness.

"I'll try," Yeosang replied weakly, offering a small, tired smile.

In the days that followed, the group took immediate steps to address the situation. Security measures at the dorm were drastically increased, with reinforced locks, additional cameras, and a dedicated security team on standby.

But beyond the physical changes, the members focused on supporting Yeosang emotionally.

"Talk to us next time," Wooyoung said one evening as he sat beside Yeosang on the couch. "Even if it seems small. We're here for you."

Yeosang nodded, his chest tightening with gratitude. "I didn't want to burden you," he admitted.

"You're never a burden," Hongjoong said firmly. "We're a family, Yeosang. Your safety and happiness are more important than anything."

Gradually, the nightmares subsided, and Yeosang began to feel like himself again. He found comfort in the unwavering support of his members, their presence a constant reminder that he wasn't alone.

As the group prepared for their next comeback, Yeosang stood with them, his confidence renewed. The shadow of the stalker lingered in his memory, but it no longer held power over him.

He was stronger now, not just because of his own resilience, but because of the love and trust of the brothers who stood by his side.