Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

The Fragile Star (Sunoo)

The buzzing of Sunoo's phone interrupted his rare moment of peace in the green room. It had been a long day of rehearsals, and he had managed to sneak away for a few minutes, hoping to gather his thoughts before the group’s next schedule. The dim lighting and the quiet hum of air conditioning made it one of the few times he could breathe without the constant pressure of his public persona bearing down on him. But just as he was beginning to relax, his phone vibrated on the table, snapping him out of his reverie.

He had become used to the constant flow of messages and notifications by now—most of them from fans. Messages of support, encouragement, and admiration filled his phone at all hours, and for the most part, they were a welcome distraction. They made him smile, knowing how much the fans cared. But this one was different—unnervingly so.
The text message was short, blunt, and chilling.
You'll never escape me, Sunoo. I'll always be watching.
A wave of unease swept over him as he read the message again, his stomach tightening with dread. It felt like ice had settled in his veins, and despite the heat in the room, he suddenly felt cold. His fingers brushed against the screen, his mind racing, and for a moment, he considered deleting the message without reading it further. But the words felt too heavy, too ominous to ignore.
He glanced around the room. The other members were all busy—either talking amongst themselves, practicing their choreography, or preparing for the next part of their schedule. No one was paying attention to him. Sunoo could already feel the anxiety creeping up his spine, making his heartbeat louder in his ears. He shoved the phone back into his pocket, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled deep in his chest.

It wasn’t the first time he’d received strange messages. In the beginning, it had been innocuous letters—some sweet, others a little odd, but nothing that warranted much attention. Fans loved the members, after all, and Sunoo had never wanted to disappoint anyone. But over time, the tone of the messages had shifted. They became more personal, more invasive, as though the sender knew things only someone obsessively watching him could know.
His personal accounts had been hacked, and it was clear someone had been paying attention to every detail of his life. He had tried to dismiss it as nothing more than an overzealous fan, but as the weeks wore on, it became impossible to ignore. Gifts began to appear mysteriously in the group’s hotel rooms, packages that Sunoo never remembered receiving. Some were innocuous, even sweet—flowers, a small plush toy—but others were unsettling. There had been a hand-written letter left on his bed once, detailing his whereabouts and what he’d been wearing that day.

Sunoo tried his best to keep it to himself, not wanting to cause a scene or make his members worry. The group had enough to handle, with their busy schedules and constant traveling. But his growing anxiety didn’t go unnoticed. Sunghoon, ever the observant one, had asked him about it once, his eyes narrowing in concern when he noticed Sunoo's restless nights and distracted behavior.

“I’m fine,” Sunoo had said quickly, brushing off the question with a forced smile. “Nothing to worry about. Really.”
But Sunghoon didn’t seem convinced, though he didn’t press him further. Still, Sunoo could see the worry in his eyes, the way he kept glancing at him during rehearsals and performances. Sunghoon had always been like that—protective, perceptive. Sunoo hated the thought of burdening him, or anyone else, with the weight of his fears.

As the days passed, the messages kept coming. They started to blend together in his mind—strange, cryptic words that felt like they were crawling beneath his skin, too close for comfort. Sunoo tried to convince himself it was just his imagination running wild, but there was a small part of him that couldn't shake the growing sense of dread. The boundary between his public and private lives was blurring, and he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

It all came to a head a few days later. The group had arrived at a filming location for a variety show, a change of pace from their usual schedule. They had just finished a segment, and a break had been called. Sunoo, feeling the weight of the past few days pressing down on him, decided to step outside for some fresh air. The cool evening breeze brushed his face, offering some semblance of comfort as he stepped away from the bustling crowd of staff and other crew members.