Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

The Jacket of Love (Yuma)

For months, Yuma from &TEAM had been working on something special, something that would show his appreciation and admiration for Maki in a way words couldn’t. Yuma was always known for his dedication and his attention to detail, but when it came to Maki, he was determined to make something truly personal. He had spent countless hours at the sewing machine, hand-painting each design, carefully stitching every seam, and adding little touches of detail that he knew would mean something to Maki. Every time he sat down to work on the jacket, he thought of Maki’s smile, his voice, his personality—and Yuma put all of that into the fabric.

It wasn’t just a jacket—it was an embodiment of Yuma’s feelings, his heart, his soul. He wanted Maki to know that he was appreciated, that he meant something to Yuma and the group. This jacket, though simple in its appearance, was a work of art in its intent. Yuma had even picked out Maki’s favorite colors for the paint and fabrics. He’d chosen a design that spoke to Maki’s boldness and kindness, something that would feel like a second skin to him. It was the perfect gift for Maki’s upcoming birthday.

Yuma couldn’t wait for Maki to see it. He had planned everything meticulously—how to present it, when to give it, and the moment he would get to see Maki’s face light up with appreciation. The jacket was finished, folded neatly on the couch, ready to be wrapped up and gifted. Yuma had spent the night thinking about how Maki would react. He couldn’t wait for the surprise, and his heart beat a little faster just thinking about it.

However, the morning of Maki’s birthday arrived with a sense of anxiety creeping up on Yuma. It wasn’t that he was nervous about Maki’s reaction—it was more about wanting everything to be perfect. He had put so much into this jacket, and he hoped Maki would feel the love he had sewn into every inch of the fabric.

That morning, Yuma accidentally left the jacket out on the couch while he was preparing for the group’s morning meeting. It was one of those moments when everything seemed to slip through his fingers. He had meant to hide the jacket in his room until the right moment, but in his rush, he forgot. The others were busy getting ready, and he didn’t think much of it at the time.

Maki walked into the living room, his eyes catching the jacket almost immediately. His gaze was drawn to it, and he stared at it, taking in the strange combination of fabrics and patterns. It was different, that much was clear, but what caught Maki off guard was the boldness of it. The vibrant colors. The quirky stitching. It was unlike anything he had seen before.

“Whose is this?” Maki asked, raising an eyebrow. He was already grinning, his voice laced with teasing humor, but it was clear he didn’t quite know how to react.

Yuma’s heart raced as he tried to focus on the moment. He had planned this for so long, and he knew Maki would appreciate the gesture. Or at least, he hoped so.

“That’s for you,” Yuma said softly, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. He waited for Maki’s reaction, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched his sleeve.

Maki looked at him blankly for a moment, then turned back to the jacket. He squinted at it, his grin widening, but his words were not what Yuma expected. “It’s... so ugly. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing this,” he said, half-laughing, half-shaking his head in disbelief.

Yuma froze. His entire world seemed to stop in that moment. The words hit him like a punch to the gut. His chest tightened, and his hands felt clammy as the reality of what Maki had just said sank in. What was supposed to be a beautiful moment—the culmination of months of hard work—had suddenly turned into a crushing blow.

Maki, still grinning, didn’t notice the change in Yuma’s demeanor. “I’m just messing with you,” Maki added, clearly unaware of how deeply his words had wounded Yuma.