Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Inconvenience (Doyoung)

The evacuation order came without warning. A gas leak in the NCT dorms forced all members to pack hastily and leave the building under the supervision of safety inspectors. The company acted quickly, arranging temporary accommodations for those who couldn’t stay with family or friends.

“We’ll be fine,” Johnny said, slinging a bag over his shoulder. “Most of us have family nearby. The others have the temporary dorms.”

Doyoung’s phone buzzed as he walked out of the dorm, a call from his brother, Gong Myung.

“Hey,” Gong Myung said warmly. “I heard about the gas leak. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Doyoung replied. “The company offered me a spot at the temporary dorms, but I thought… maybe I could stay with you?”

There was a pause on the line before Gong Myung answered. “Of course. You’re my brother. You don’t even have to ask.”

Relief flooded through Doyoung. “Thanks, hyung. I’ll be there soon.”

Within an hour, Doyoung arrived at Gong Myung’s apartment. The familiar space felt comforting, and for the first few days, things were perfect. They cooked meals together, laughed over old childhood stories, and even stayed up late watching movies.

“It’s been too long since we hung out like this,” Gong Myung said one night, nudging Doyoung with his elbow.

“Yeah,” Doyoung agreed, smiling. “This feels nice.”

But as the days turned into a week, the cracks began to show. Gong Myung’s work schedule grew more demanding, and his initial enthusiasm started to wane. Doyoung noticed how his brother’s responses became curt, how he retreated to his room earlier each night, and how the warmth that had greeted him began to fade.

It all came to a head one evening when Doyoung struggled to zip up his suitcase. “Hyung,” he called out from the living room, “can you help me with this?”

Gong Myung emerged from his room, visibly exhausted. “Doyoung, can’t you handle this on your own? I’ve had a long day.”

Doyoung blinked, taken aback by the sharpness in his brother’s tone. “It’s just a zipper, hyung. I thought—”

“Thought what?” Gong Myung snapped. “That I’m here to cater to you? I have work, Doyoung. Hosting you wasn’t exactly in my plans.”

The words hit like a physical blow. Doyoung stared at his brother, unable to hide the hurt in his eyes. Gong Myung sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he muttered, but the damage was done.

Doyoung forced a small smile, retreating to his room. “It’s fine. I’ll figure it out.”

That night, as Gong Myung slept, Doyoung packed his things. On the kitchen counter, he left a note:

“I’m sorry for being an inconvenience. I didn’t mean to add to your stress. You won’t have to deal with me anymore.”

With his bag slung over his shoulder, Doyoung stepped out into the cold night, the city’s distant hum the only sound accompanying him.

The streets were quiet as Doyoung walked aimlessly, his mind swirling with emotions. He pulled out his phone and dialed Yuta.

“Doyoung? Why are you calling so late?” Yuta’s voice was laced with concern.

“Is there room at the temporary dorms?” Doyoung asked, his voice trembling. “I think I’ll come there instead.”

“Wait—what happened? Are you okay?”