Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Healing in the Quiet (Anton)

MalakMimi541

Anton had always been the visual of RIIZE, the maknae, the face that greeted fans with a bright smile and a wave. His flawless features and natural charm made him the perfect image of the group's aesthetic. But behind that glossy exterior, Anton was struggling with something no one knew about. He had grown accustomed to it—this silent, invisible burden that haunted him on long practice days and during demanding schedules.

For months, Anton had been dealing with frequent nosebleeds. At first, it was just a nuisance. A small dribble of blood here or there that could be easily cleaned up with a tissue. It wasn't something he felt was worth making a big deal of. But as time went on, the nosebleeds became more frequent, and the episodes more severe. They were triggered by stress, exhaustion, and sometimes for reasons Anton couldn't quite understand.

What was worse, the suddenness of the nosebleeds always caught him off guard. One minute, he'd be talking to the members, laughing at a joke, and the next, a warm trickle of blood would drip down from his nose, staining his shirt or the sleeve of his jacket.

Anton tried his best to hide it. He had learned how to cover it up without the others noticing. He'd always carry a pack of tissues in his bag, just in case. Sometimes he'd excuse himself in the middle of rehearsals or during meetings, acting like he needed a moment to breathe or freshen up. If the nosebleed was bad enough, he'd hide in the bathroom until it stopped, pretending everything was fine. He never wanted the members to worry about him. They had enough on their plates with their own struggles and pressures.

What Anton didn't realize was that his decision to keep everything bottled up was slowly beginning to take its toll. His body was growing weaker, and the toll of constantly hiding his condition was starting to show. He felt drained more often, his energy depleted, and his ability to focus slipping.

One chilly autumn afternoon, the members of RIIZE were in the middle of an intense photoshoot for their upcoming comeback. The studio was busy, the lighting was harsh, and the cameras clicked away relentlessly. Anton stood in front of the photographer, his face a mask of elegance and poise, just as he had been taught. But beneath that mask, his head was spinning.

The flashing lights seemed to intensify the dizziness in his mind, and his nose started to feel oddly stuffy. He wiped it discreetly with his sleeve, hoping no one would notice, but then—it happened. A sudden rush of blood came from his nose, slick and warm. He froze, panic flickering in his chest. His first instinct was to turn away from the camera, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't let anyone see him like this, especially not now.

In a quiet moment between shots, he slipped away to the bathroom. He closed the door softly behind him and stared at himself in the mirror, his face pale, his nose dripping with blood. He tried to breathe evenly, to steady his racing heart, but his thoughts kept spiraling.

It's just a nosebleed. Just a small inconvenience. I can't let them see me like this.

But this wasn't like the others. The blood wouldn't stop flowing. He tried pinching his nose, but the pressure did little to stem the flow. His legs wobbled, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He felt his vision start to blur.

No. No, not now.

His knees gave way, and he sank to the floor, his head spinning faster, the room spinning with it. He was growing lightheaded, but the last thing he wanted was to worry the others. He wanted so badly to be the one who was always strong, always in control. But at that moment, Anton felt utterly powerless.

The members, meanwhile, were unaware of what was happening behind the closed bathroom door. They had been waiting for Anton to return, but when the photographer called for him to come back for another set of shots, there was no response.