Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Falling Out and Falling Together (Taeyoung)

Carateume47
The CRAVITY dorm was unusually peaceful that evening. Taeyoung lounged on the couch, the soft hum of music playing through his headphones. Across the room, Serim and Jungmo were locked in a competitive video game match, their playful trash talk echoing through the space. Minhee and Seongmin were deep in an animated discussion about the merits of action movies versus romantic comedies, while Wonjin half-listened, scrolling on his phone.
It was one of those rare evenings when all the members had no schedules, a time to relax and simply enjoy each other’s company. Taeyoung loved moments like these—when everything felt calm and his group felt like family.
Suddenly, the tranquility was broken by raised voices from upstairs. The unmistakable sound of Woobin and Hyeongjun arguing drifted down, growing louder with each passing second. Everyone paused, exchanging uneasy glances.
“What now?” Serim muttered, already rising to his feet. He was used to playing mediator when tensions flared between members, but this felt different—more heated than usual.
Taeyoung pulled off his headphones, worry knitting his brow. “Should we check it out?”
Serim nodded, motioning for the others to follow. One by one, they climbed the stairs, the argument growing louder as they approached.
At the top of the stairs, Woobin and Hyeongjun stood facing each other, their expressions fierce. They were inches apart, their voices overlapping in an incomprehensible tangle of frustration and anger.
“I told you, it wasn’t my fault!” Woobin shouted, his tone defensive.
“Oh, please!” Hyeongjun shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re always making excuses. Just admit you messed up!”
“Enough!” Serim’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. “What is going on here?”
Neither Woobin nor Hyeongjun paid him any mind, too wrapped up in their argument to notice the rest of the group gathering behind Serim.
“Guys, stop!” Minhee added, his usually playful tone edged with concern. “Whatever this is, it’s not worth fighting over.”
But the two continued to argue, their tempers flaring. The tension in the air was palpable, and Taeyoung, standing just behind Woobin near the edge of the staircase, felt his heart race with unease. He stepped closer, hoping to help calm things down.
Then it happened.
In the heat of the moment, Hyeongjun shoved Woobin hard, his anger momentarily blinding him to the consequences. Woobin stumbled backward, his arms flailing as he tried to regain his balance. None of them noticed Taeyoung standing directly behind him until it was too late.
Woobin’s body collided with Taeyoung’s, sending him teetering over the edge of the staircase. Time seemed to slow as Taeyoung’s arms flailed, his expression frozen in a mix of shock and fear. The others could only watch, helpless, as he tumbled down the stairs.
The sound of his body hitting the steps was deafening, each impact echoing through the dorm. When he finally landed at the bottom, a loud, sickening thud marked his fall. For a moment, everything was still. Taeyoung lay motionless, his body limp.
“Taeyoung!” Serim’s panicked voice shattered the silence as he bolted down the stairs. The rest of the group followed, their faces pale with fear.
Taeyoung’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his face contorted in pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he whimpered, clutching his ankle.
“Taeyoung, can you hear me?” Serim knelt beside him, his voice trembling. “Are you okay?”
Taeyoung shook his head, his sobs growing louder. “It hurts! It hurts so bad!” He pointed to his ankle, which was already swelling and starting to bruise.
Jungmo quickly fetched a pillow to prop under Taeyoung’s leg, while Minhee ran to grab ice. Woobin and Hyeongjun stood frozen at the top of the stairs, their faces masks of guilt and horror.

At the hospital, the atmosphere was tense. The doctor examined Taeyoung and confirmed he had a severe sprain and multiple bruises but, thankfully, no fractures or internal injuries. He would need to stay off his feet for several weeks and use crutches for support. The news was a relief, but the weight of the incident still hung heavily over the group.
As they waited for Taeyoung to be discharged, Serim pulled Hyeongjun and Woobin aside. His usually calm demeanor was replaced by a sharp edge of frustration.
“What were you two thinking?” he demanded, his voice low but firm. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? Taeyoung could’ve been seriously hurt—or worse.”
Hyeongjun stared at the floor, his face pale. “I-I didn’t mean to—”
“I know you didn’t mean to,” Serim interrupted. “But your carelessness has consequences. You need to think before you act.”
Woobin nodded solemnly. “We’re sorry. We’ll make it up to him.”
“You’d better,” Serim said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Because I’m not letting this slide.”

Back at the dorm, the mood was subdued. When Taeyoung hobbled in on crutches, everyone rushed to his side, their concern evident.
“Are you okay?” Minhee asked, his voice tight with worry.
“Does it still hurt?” Wonjin chimed in, his brows furrowed.
Taeyoung offered a small, tired smile. “I’m okay. Just... tired.”
Serim explained that the medication Taeyoung was taking for the pain made him drowsy, and they decided to give him space to rest.

The next day, Taeyoung seemed to bounce back. He joked and laughed with the others, his usual cheerful self. But there was an undeniable distance between him and Hyeongjun and Woobin. While he didn’t openly avoid them, his interactions with them were noticeably restrained.
Hyeongjun and Woobin, wracked with guilt, made every effort to support him, offering to carry his things or help him move around the dorm. But Taeyoung always declined, his polite smile never quite reaching his eyes.
One afternoon, when only the three of them were home, the silence was broken by a loud crash from the kitchen. Woobin and Hyeongjun rushed in to find Taeyoung sprawled on the floor, his crutches lying beside him.
“Taeyoung!” Hyeongjun exclaimed, hurrying to his side. “Are you okay?”
Taeyoung winced, struggling to sit up. “I’m fine,” he muttered, brushing off Hyeongjun’s outstretched hand.
“Please, let us help,” Woobin pleaded, his voice thick with regret.
Taeyoung shook his head, his expression hard. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice trembling. “Do you know how scared I was when I fell? For a moment, I thought... I thought I might never get back up.”
Woobin and Hyeongjun exchanged guilty looks, their faces pale. “We’re so sorry,” Hyeongjun whispered. “We didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
“Sorry doesn’t change what happened,” Taeyoung said, tears pooling in his eyes. “I trusted you both to look out for each other, to look out for all of us. But instead, you were too caught up in your fight to notice me standing there.”
“We’ll do better,” Woobin promised, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes. “We’ll earn your trust back.”
For a long moment, Taeyoung didn’t respond. Then, with a sigh, he nodded. “Okay. But you have to prove it to me."
From that day on, Woobin and Hyeongjun made it their mission to take care of Taeyoung. They helped him move around, cooked his favorite meals, and even carried his crutches when he wasn’t using them. Slowly but surely, the distance between them began to fade.
One evening, as the group gathered for dinner, Taeyoung looked around at his members, his heart swelling with gratitude. Despite the pain and the fear he had experienced, he felt a renewed sense of closeness with his team.
“Thank you,” he said softly, his voice barely audible over the chatter.
“For what?” Minhee asked, tilting his head.
“For being my family,” Taeyoung replied, his smile finally reaching his eyes.
And in that moment, the fractures in their bond began to heal, stronger than ever.