Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Anxiety in the Spotlight (Hyui)

Yuhi had always been the spark of energy in the group. His bright, infectious smile and lively personality made him the center of attention during performances and fan meetings. Onstage, he exuded confidence, engaging with the fans in a way that made them feel like they were the only ones in the room. He was a natural at creating moments of joy, and his positivity was a core part of his identity in the eyes of his members and fans alike. However, behind that radiant exterior, Yuhi was struggling with something far more difficult to see.

It wasn't the first time he'd felt this way—anxiety had been a silent companion to him for as long as he could remember. But as the pressures of fame, expectations, and constant scrutiny grew, so did the intensity of his struggles. The weight of perfection, the pressure to always perform flawlessly, the fear of letting down his members, and the overwhelming need to keep up with the high standards of the industry all built up in his chest, squeezing tighter with each passing day.

Yuhi had tried to brush it off, burying the feelings and pushing forward, telling himself that he was fine. He had to be. After all, he couldn't afford to let his fans, his group, or even himself see that he was anything less than perfect. But the cracks were starting to show, and soon, they couldn't be hidden.

It was a typical fan meeting day. The excitement in the air was palpable, with the fans eagerly waiting to see the group. They had been rehearsing for hours beforehand, ensuring that every detail of the event was perfect. Yuhi had always been good at keeping his nerves in check before these kinds of events, but today was different. His stomach was in knots, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. The room felt too small, the bright lights overhead blinding. Every breath felt shallow, and his hands trembled as he adjusted his microphone.

He could feel the pressure building, like a weight on his chest, but he tried to push it down, telling himself that everything would be fine. He had done this countless times before. He was used to the bright lights, the loud cheers of the fans, and the constant camera flashes. This was what he loved, right?

But as they made their way to the stage, Yuhi couldn't shake the tightness in his chest. The voices in his head grew louder—What if you mess up? What if you disappoint them? The thought of being judged, of failing in front of everyone, gnawed at him relentlessly.

The first few moments went smoothly. The fans cheered, the group greeted them, and Yuhi put on his usual bright smile. But as they began interacting with the fans, the pressure mounted. He was hyper-aware of every movement he made, every word that left his mouth, and every little thing that he thought might go wrong. He felt like he was drowning in the noise of his thoughts.

Then it happened.

One fan asked him a simple question, something he'd answered countless times before. But today, his mind was a storm. His heart raced. His thoughts clouded. The words wouldn't come out right. He stammered, his throat tight. He felt the panic rise in his chest like a tidal wave, but he tried to push it back. He smiled through it, but it wasn't real. The facade started to crack, and in that instant, he felt it—his entire body trembling, his vision blurring.

"Yuhi?" Tomoya's voice broke through the noise, his hand gently resting on Yuhi's shoulder. But it was too late. The panic had already overwhelmed him.

His breath quickened, each inhale shallow and strained. His heart pounded in his ears. It felt like the world was spinning, and everything around him faded into a blur. The crowd's cheers turned to muffled sounds, and the faces of his members seemed far away. It was as though he was trapped inside a bubble, unable to escape the crushing weight of his anxiety.

Before he could stop it, his body jerked, and his legs gave way beneath him. He collapsed to his knees, his hands clutching the floor for stability. His chest constricted painfully, and the room felt like it was closing in on him. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—What's happening? Why can't I breathe? What if they think I'm weak?