Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

The Weight of Secrets (Jisung)

MalakMimi541

Jisung had always been the heartbeat of NCT Dream—a spark that lit up the room with his uncontainable laughter and boundless energy, even during the most grueling of rehearsals. His mere presence seemed to chase away fatigue, his determination a rallying cry for the group. But lately, something dark and intangible had begun to shadow him, a weight he carried in silence, pressing heavily on his shoulders. He tried to shake it off, to fight through the oppressive fog that seemed to cling to him, but no amount of willpower could undo what he refused to admit to himself.

The rehearsal room was suffocating today, the mirrored walls amplifying every movement, every flaw. The relentless thud of sneakers against the floor and the pounding rhythm of the music felt like a relentless drumbeat in his head. But for Jisung, it all felt muted, as if he were underwater. The ache in his head throbbed like a storm, growing more turbulent with each passing second. His hands trembled as he wiped sweat from his clammy forehead, an action meant to steady him but only revealing his growing weakness.

The choreography that once came so naturally now felt like an impossible task. Every movement required immense effort, his muscles sluggish and uncooperative. His legs felt as if they were made of lead, and every step forward took more energy than he could muster. The room blurred at the edges, the mirrors warping the world around him as dizziness set in, stealing his balance and sense of direction. His chest constricted painfully, each breath shallow and labored, as though the air itself refused to enter his lungs.

Then it happened—just a small stumble, barely noticeable, but enough. Enough to pull Chenle's sharp eyes toward him. Jisung saw it in his expression immediately: concern, edged with alarm. Chenle's voice cut through the haze, soft yet insistent. "Jisung? Are you okay?"

Jisung's heart clenched at the question. He wanted to tell him, to unload the truth that weighed so heavily on his chest. But how could he? They were on the brink of a comeback, the stakes higher than ever. He couldn't be the one to falter, to hold them back. He plastered on a shaky smile, a feeble mask that didn't even convince him.

"I'm fine," he said, his voice strained and thin, carrying none of the conviction it should have. "Just tired."

Chenle's eyes narrowed, the furrow of his brow betraying his disbelief. Jisung knew he wasn't buying it, but the music surged back to life, filling the room with its demanding tempo. There was no time to stop, no time to explain. The group snapped into formation, and Jisung forced himself to follow, even as his body screamed for him to stop.

Every move was agony, his muscles burning, his vision swimming. The dizziness grew worse, pulling at him like a rip current, threatening to drag him under. But Jisung refused to give in. He pushed harder, beyond the limits of what his body could endure, because he had to. For his members, for the fans, for the comeback. He couldn't let them see him falter.

He couldn't let them see him fail.

The tension inside him was unbearable, an unrelenting pressure that squeezed his chest and muddled his thoughts. Jisung needed air—needed space—if only for a fleeting moment. Without a word to his members, he slipped out of the practice room, his movements stiff and deliberate to avoid drawing attention. The door clicked shut behind him, and he found himself in the long, sterile hallway. It was eerily quiet, the usual hum of activity conspicuously absent, leaving only the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. For the first time in hours, he was alone.

The silence should have been calming, but it only amplified the storm inside him. Each step down the empty corridor felt heavier than the last, his legs trembling beneath him as though ready to give out. The dizziness returned with a vengeance, hitting him like a tidal wave. The pristine white walls of the hallway seemed to sway and ripple, and the ground felt like it was shifting beneath his feet.