Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Forgotten Memories (Mark)

Mark had always prided himself on his discipline. He knew how to push himself, how to keep his focus sharp. As a member of his group, he never let his dedication falter. He had always kept a smile on his face, even when the pressure of the K-pop industry weighed heavily on him. But recently, something had begun to shift.

It started small. At first, Mark brushed it off. A missed line here, a misstep there. It wasn't uncommon for the intensity of rehearsals and the endless performances to take a toll. But when he began forgetting entire sections of choreography, he grew worried. He would stand in the middle of practice, trying to follow the moves but feeling as though his body wasn't syncing with his mind.

His fellow members began to notice.

"Mark-hyung, what happened? You looked off during that part," Jeno asked, his voice laced with concern.

Mark forced a smile, shrugging. "Oh, I'm just tired. Let's keep going."

It wasn't just the dancing. It was the lines too. During a vocal rehearsal, Mark stared blankly at the sheet of lyrics in front of him, only for them to blur in his vision. He had practiced this song countless times. How could he forget the words? He hurried through it, stumbling over his vocals, but still managed to finish the session.

"You okay, Hyung?" Renjun asked, his brow furrowed with worry.

"Yeah, just tired," Mark replied, brushing it off. But his heart wasn't in it anymore. The effort to hide his growing unease was becoming exhausting. The fear that his body wasn't working the way it used to—a fear that he hadn't quite acknowledged—was gnawing at him.

As days passed, the lapses in memory and coordination didn't improve. Mark found himself struggling more in rehearsals, unable to remember choreography he had once known by heart. His movements felt stiff, and his mind seemed foggy, slipping away from him like grains of sand. It was as though he had to try twice as hard just to keep up with the rhythm of practice. And when he thought no one was looking, he would panic, taking a deep breath, trying to ground himself before his mind wandered again.

During a particularly intense vocal practice, Mark froze mid-verse. His voice trailed off, and his eyes darted to the side. His fellow members noticed the change immediately.

"Mark-hyung? Are you alright?" Jaemin asked, his tone filled with concern.

Mark's hands gripped the microphone tighter. "I... I don't know. I forgot the words for a second."

Jisung's sharp gaze softened as he stepped closer to him. "Don't worry about it. You've been pushing yourself a lot lately. Just take a breath, okay?"

Mark gave a small nod, but the unease was still growing inside him. It was becoming impossible to ignore.

It was the night of a live performance when things took a darker turn. Mark stood backstage, ready for the show. His heart raced with the usual excitement and nerves, but something felt different tonight. His stomach churned, and his mind felt clouded. He paced nervously, repeating his lines in his head. His body was tense, ready to take on the stage, but his thoughts were scattered.

As the music began to swell, the curtain lifted, and the lights hit him full force. He tried to center himself, but everything seemed to move in slow motion. The performance started, and everything felt hazy. His movements were slow, his steps unsure, and he could feel his body disconnected from his mind. Mark's part was coming up—his lines, his moment to shine—but when the time came, his mind blanked.

His moment arrived, and he opened his mouth, but the words didn't come. He stared at the audience, feeling a wave of panic rise in him. He wanted to speak, but nothing happened. The music around him continued to play, but it felt like he was drowning in the overwhelming silence of his own confusion.