Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Silent Storm (Junkyu)

The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting golden patterns on the dirt trail as Treasure's ten members embarked on a rare day off to bond with one another. The forest was serene, and the air was crisp, a perfect setting for their hike. Laughter and chatter filled the trail as Hyunsuk led the group, occasionally glancing at the map to ensure they stayed on track.

Junkyu, typically one to stay in the thick of things, lagged behind a little, his hands tucked in his hoodie pocket as he took in the beauty of the forest. His pace slowed even more when he spotted a small bird hopping along the underbrush, and he stopped altogether to take a picture.

"Junkyu-hyung, come on! We're not stopping every five minutes for your nature documentary," Jeongwoo teased, turning back to call out to him.

"Just one picture," Junkyu replied, snapping the shot with a grin.

"Don't fall too far behind!" Jaehyuk added, a hint of concern in his tone.

"I won't!" Junkyu called back, waving dismissively as he jogged a few steps to catch up. The rest of the group didn't think much of it, assuming he would stay close.

About an hour into their hike, Hyunsuk slowed the group to a halt. He squinted up at the sky, his brow furrowed.

"Those clouds don't look friendly," he murmured. The previously clear sky was quickly turning gray, and a chill crept into the air.

"It wasn't supposed to rain today, was it?" Jihoon asked, looking to Hyunsuk for answers.

"No, but we should probably turn back soon, just in case," Hyunsuk said, motioning for the group to gather closer.

The first drops of rain were sparse but cold, and within minutes, the drizzle turned into a full-blown downpour. The trail, once dry and manageable, quickly became a muddy mess.

"Everyone stick together!" Hyunsuk shouted over the sound of the rain and wind. The group formed a loose line, each member trying to stay close to the one ahead of them.

Junkyu struggled to keep up. The rain blurred his vision, and the once scenic trail became a slippery obstacle course. His footsteps faltered as he tried to navigate the uneven ground, his sneakers struggling to find traction in the mud.

"Guys?" he called, but his voice was swallowed by the storm. He pushed forward, trying to spot the group through the sheets of rain, but the forest was a maze of indistinct shapes and sounds.

Panic set in as he realized he was alone. He spun around, hoping to find some indication of where the group had gone, but the rain had erased their tracks.

Then, it happened—a misstep on a slick rock. His ankle twisted awkwardly, and he went down hard, pain shooting up his leg.

"Ah!" he cried, clutching his ankle as he tried to move. He attempted to stand, but the sharp pain forced him back down.

Junkyu dragged himself to a nearby tree, leaning against the trunk as he tried to catch his breath. The rain was relentless, soaking him to the bone, and the cold began to seep into his skin.

"They'll notice I'm missing," he told himself, his voice trembling. "They'll come back for me."

But as the minutes ticked by, his confidence wavered. The forest felt vast and unforgiving, each crack of thunder reminding him how alone he was.

The pain in his ankle worsened with every passing moment. He tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but the cold made his limbs stiff.

A shiver ran through him. "Please, find me," he whispered, his voice breaking.