Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Biggest Dream (Jinsik)

Jinsik had always been a fan of DAY6, ever since their debut. Their music spoke to him in ways few others did, and their lyrics often felt like they had been written just for him. But there was one member who stood out the most: Young K. The bassist and vocalist wasn’t just a talented musician; he was a role model. His journey from a student in Canada to becoming one of K-pop's most respected lyricists and performers was inspiring.

So when Xikers was invited to appear on DAY6’s Kiss The Radio, hosted by Young K himself, Jinsik was ecstatic. He had to pinch himself repeatedly to believe it was real. For weeks leading up to the event, he couldn’t stop talking about it.

“Sumin, can you believe it?” Jinsik asked his best friend one evening as they practiced their lines for an upcoming recording. “Young K! I’ll finally get to meet him!”

Sumin smiled indulgently. “Yeah, you’ve only mentioned it a hundred times today alone.”

“No, but really,” Jinsik continued, his eyes sparkling. “What if he likes me? What if he says something about my voice? What if—”

“What if you pass out before you even say hi because you’re too excited?” Sumin interrupted, throwing a pillow at him.

Jinsik laughed, catching the pillow and tossing it back. “Never! I’m going to be so cool. Like, chill as ice.”

“Uh-huh,” Sumin replied, clearly unconvinced.

But as the days inched closer to the broadcast, Jinsik began to feel... off. At first, it was subtle. He felt more tired than usual, and his throat was slightly scratchy. He brushed it off as fatigue from their busy schedules. After all, preparing for a live broadcast was no small feat, especially one hosted by someone as iconic as Young K.

Then came the headaches. They started as dull throbs at the back of his skull, manageable enough with a painkiller. But by the third day, they had grown more persistent, pounding behind his eyes and making it hard to concentrate.

Sumin noticed the change almost immediately.

“Jinsik, are you okay?” he asked one morning as they sat in the practice room.

“I’m fine,” Jinsik replied, forcing a smile.

“You don’t look fine.”

“It’s just nerves,” Jinsik said quickly. “I mean, I’m going to meet Young K. Wouldn’t you be nervous?”

Sumin frowned but decided not to push. If there was one thing he knew about Jinsik, it was that his stubbornness rivaled his enthusiasm.

By the morning of the radio show, Jinsik was struggling to hold himself together. His head felt heavy, his body ached, and his chest tightened with every breath. Still, he refused to acknowledge how sick he was. He couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

“You ready?” Sumin asked as they got into the van.

“Of course,” Jinsik replied, his voice hoarse but determined. “Let’s do this.”

The studio was even more dazzling than Jinsik had imagined. Bright lights reflected off sleek equipment, and the atmosphere buzzed with energy. But none of that mattered the moment Young K walked into the room.

Jinsik’s heart skipped a beat. Young K greeted everyone warmly, his easy smile lighting up the space. When he turned to Jinsik, it felt like time slowed down.

“Jinsik, right?” Young K said, extending a hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’ve got an incredible voice.”

Jinsik’s face turned beet red as he stammered, “T-Thank you! That means so much coming from you.”

Sumin, standing slightly behind Jinsik, chuckled quietly and patted his back. “Breathe, Jinsik. You’re doing great.”

The broadcast began, and for a while, everything felt perfect. The members shared stories, answered questions, and laughed at Young K’s witty comments. Jinsik tried his best to stay engaged, but his head felt foggy, and the heat radiating from his body was becoming unbearable.

Sumin kept a watchful eye on him, noticing how his usually vibrant best friend seemed quieter and less animated.

When Young K asked Jinsik directly, “What’s your favorite DAY6 song?” it was as if the universe had conspired against him.

Jinsik had rehearsed his answer a hundred times. But as he opened his mouth, the room spun violently. His vision blurred, and a wave of nausea hit him like a freight train.

“I… I think…” Jinsik stammered, gripping the desk for support.

But before he could finish, his legs gave out beneath him.

“Jinsik!” Sumin shouted, his voice laced with panic.

The next few moments were a blur. Sumin caught Jinsik just before he hit the ground, cradling him as staff rushed to their side.

“Someone call an ambulance!” Young K yelled, kneeling beside them. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with worry.

Sumin’s hands trembled as he held onto Jinsik, his best friend’s pale face and clammy skin sending waves of fear through him. “Jinsik, wake up! Please!”

The producer cut to a pre-recorded segment as the chaos unfolded.

By the time the paramedics arrived, Jinsik had yet to regain consciousness. Sumin refused to let go of his hand as they loaded him into the ambulance.

When Jinsik woke up in the hospital, it felt like he had been hit by a truck. His head throbbed, and every muscle in his body ached. It took him a moment to realize where he was.

“Jinsik!” Sumin’s relieved voice broke through his fog.

He turned his head slowly to see Sumin sitting beside the bed, his eyes red from crying.

“What happened?” Jinsik croaked.

“You fainted,” Sumin said, his voice trembling. “Your blood pressure dropped because of an infection you’ve been ignoring. Do you know how scared I was?”

Jinsik winced. “I didn’t want to ruin the show.”

Sumin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You could’ve seriously hurt yourself. Meeting Young K isn’t worth your health, idiot.”

The door opened, and to Jinsik’s utter disbelief, Young K walked in holding a small gift bag.

“Young K?” Jinsik whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Of course,” Young K said, pulling up a chair. “You gave us all a scare back there. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Tears welled up in Jinsik’s eyes as he apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry for causing trouble. I must’ve looked so unprofessional.”

Young K shook his head. “Don’t apologize. These things happen. What’s important is that you take care of yourself. There will be plenty of other opportunities to talk music—when you’re healthy.”

He handed Jinsik the gift bag, which contained a signed album and a handwritten note.

Jinsik’s hands trembled as he read the note: “To Jinsik, a fellow musician and inspiration. Get well soon, and don’t forget—your health comes first.”

Sumin watched the exchange with a soft smile. “See? Even your idol thinks you need to take better care of yourself.”

Jinsik chuckled weakly. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

The incident became a turning point for Jinsik. He learned the hard way that his health had to come first, no matter how big the opportunity. It also deepened his bond with Sumin, who had proven once again that he would always be there, even in the scariest moments.

And as for Young K, he wasn’t just an idol anymore. He became a mentor and a source of strength, reminding Jinsik that even the brightest stars need time to rest and recover.