Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Losing Control of His Body (Changbin)

Changbin had always prided himself on his ability to perform. As a member of Stray Kids, he had honed his skills as a rapper, dancer, and vocalist, pouring his heart and soul into every move he made, every note he sang. It was what defined him, what gave him purpose. But now, something had begun to interfere with the one thing that had always been his constant—his physical ability.

It started subtly, the way all things often do. A small twitch in his hand while practicing, a brief jerking of his leg during a performance. At first, Changbin thought it was just fatigue, maybe the result of overworking himself. After all, he had been pushing himself harder than usual lately, wanting to contribute even more to the group's success. But as the days passed, the episodes became more frequent, more noticeable.

The first time it happened during a live performance, he was caught off guard. As he hit a particularly intense note in their song 'Cover Me', his body jerked unexpectedly, throwing off his rhythm. His leg spasmed, and he almost lost his balance. His heart raced in panic as he fought to regain control. The audience couldn't see it, but the members on stage with him did. They shot him worried glances, but Changbin waved them off, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"It's nothing," he muttered under his breath, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered in his muscles. He finished the performance, but something inside him had changed. He couldn't ignore it any longer. There was something wrong.

Days turned into weeks, and the episodes became harder to ignore. It wasn't just his legs or his arms. It was his entire body, jerking unexpectedly at times when he needed control the most. During practice, when they were perfecting a complicated dance move, his body would twitch violently, throwing him off balance. In the middle of a rap verse, his voice would crack or his body would jerk as if responding to a command he didn't give.

Changbin was terrified. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he could feel himself spiraling. The physical movements were embarrassing, and more than that, they were becoming a real obstacle. He was a performer—he needed control. But more than anything, he was terrified of the members noticing. He couldn't let them see that something was wrong. He couldn't risk being seen as weak or unreliable.

So, he did what he thought was best: he tried to hide it.

He began to withdraw from the group. During practices, he would give it his all but then step back before the other members could notice his trembling hands or the twitch in his fingers. He took longer breaks and isolated himself in his room when the episodes became too frequent. He told himself it was just stress, that it was nothing serious, and that he could get through it. He didn't want to worry anyone. He didn't want to be the weak link.

It wasn't until one night after a particularly intense practice that Changbin's worst fears came true. They were in the middle of rehearsing their choreography for an upcoming performance. The group had been working non-stop for hours, perfecting each move, getting it just right. But as Changbin hit his mark during one of the faster sequences, his body jerked in an uncontrolled spasm, and he stumbled, crashing to the floor.

A silence fell over the room. Changbin's heart thudded in his chest as he lay there, unable to move for a moment. He could feel the others rushing to his side, their voices filled with concern.

"Changbin-hyung, are you okay?" Hyunjin asked, kneeling beside him, his eyes wide with worry.

"I'm fine," Changbin said quickly, pushing himself up, but his voice was shaky. "I just slipped. It's nothing."

But the other members weren't convinced. Seungmin stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "No, it's not just that. You've been off lately, Hyung. You're not yourself."