Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

The Pressure of Perfection (Woozi)

Woozi, the meticulous perfectionist of SEVENTEEN, had always prided himself on his dedication to excellence. Every move he made, every note he sang, and every word he wrote had to be flawless. There was no room for error in Woozi's world. His standards for himself were so high that no matter how much he achieved, it never seemed to be enough. For Woozi, perfection was not just an aspiration—it was an obsession.

It had been this way for as long as he could remember. Growing up, he had always felt the need to prove himself to others, to show that he was capable, that he could be more than just a small, quiet kid in a room full of towering expectations. That drive, though, had led him down a lonely path—one where self-isolation became the norm. Woozi found solace in his work, in the hours spent perfecting his craft, but he often paid the price by pushing everyone else away.

The members of SEVENTEEN noticed it, of course. They had watched Woozi spend countless hours in the studio, tweaking arrangements, perfecting the choreography, and trying to push past his own boundaries. They admired his work ethic, but they also knew it was taking a toll on him. Woozi, however, refused to acknowledge it. He couldn't afford to. Not when he had so much to prove.

It was a late evening, and SEVENTEEN was preparing for their next major performance. The dance rehearsals had been grueling, the choreography intricate and demanding. Woozi stood at the front, eyes sharp as he corrected his fellow members, his gaze focused with the kind of intensity that only he could muster. His movements were precise, measured, but his body was betraying him.

His legs ached, his head was spinning, and a dull ache had settled behind his eyes. He had barely eaten that day, not because he didn't want to, but because he simply couldn't tear himself away from the practice room. The thought of being anything less than perfect gnawed at him.

"Is Woozi-hyung okay?" DK whispered to Joshua as they stood at the back of the room, watching their leader.

"I don't know. He's been like this for days. Pushing himself harder than usual," Joshua replied, his voice laced with concern.

Woozi, however, didn't notice their worried glances. He was too absorbed in his own thoughts, in his own frustration. Each time he didn't get a move exactly right, it felt like a failure. Even though the rest of the group was keeping up, Woozi could only focus on what he felt was lacking.

His breathing was shallow now, a slight tremble running through his fingers as he clutched his phone to check the time. His mind was racing. He couldn't stop. Not yet. Not until everything was perfect.

"Woozi, you okay?" Jeonghan's voice broke through his thoughts, and Woozi glanced up to find the older member watching him closely, a furrowed brow across his face.

"I'm fine," Woozi replied quickly, his voice flat. "Just need to go over a few things." He didn't even give Jeonghan a chance to respond before walking away, his mind already back on the routine.

But it was too late. His body had had enough.

The next thing Woozi knew, everything around him blurred. His vision blackened at the edges, and his knees buckled beneath him. His body swayed as though he were caught in a storm, but he had no control over it. The world spun uncontrollably, and then—nothing.

Woozi awoke to the soft beeping of a heart monitor. His body felt heavy, like he had been submerged in water for hours. He blinked slowly, disoriented, as his eyes adjusted to the bright hospital room. The smell of antiseptic hung in the air, and his throat was dry.

A figure leaned over him, blocking out the harsh hospital light. It was Joshua, his face drawn with concern.

"Hey, Woozi," Joshua said softly. "You're awake."