Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Falling Through the Noise (Jisung)

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The practice room was filled with an oppressive silence, the usual energy that defined NCT's rehearsals now replaced with a suffocating tension. Jisung sat on the floor, his legs folded tightly beneath him as he stared at his hands. His fingers twitched nervously, his mind racing to piece together how things had spiraled out of control so quickly.

The other members loomed around him, their faces a mixture of anger, disappointment, and frustration.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?” Johnny’s voice was low but sharp, cutting through the quiet like a blade.

Jisung flinched. “I didn’t do it,” he mumbled, his voice trembling.

“Jisung, the files for our entire album are gone,” Yuta snapped, his tone cold and unforgiving. “You were the last one to use the laptop. How can you expect us to believe you didn’t delete them?”

“I swear I saved everything!” Jisung’s voice cracked as he tried to defend himself. He looked around, hoping for a glimmer of support from his hyungs. “I always double-check before closing anything. Please, you have to believe me.”

Mark crossed his arms, his usually warm eyes now hardened with disappointment. “It’s not just about saving, Jisung. This is months of work—our comeback is in jeopardy because of this.”

Jisung’s gaze darted to Chenle, his best friend, but even Chenle looked away, avoiding his pleading eyes. The betrayal stung more than he thought possible.

“Just drop it,” Renjun muttered, his voice laced with exhaustion. “We need to focus on fixing this mess now, not wasting time with excuses.”

Jisung felt his heart shatter. No matter what he said, no matter how much he insisted on his innocence, no one believed him. The weight of their disappointment pressed down on him, suffocating and inescapable.

As the members began discussing damage control among themselves, Jisung quietly slipped away to the corner of the room, tears threatening to spill. He had never felt so isolated in his life.

The following days were a blur of silence and solitude for Jisung. The lively camaraderie he had always cherished was gone, replaced by a cold indifference that pierced his soul.

The dorms felt like a foreign place. Meals were eaten in silence, and conversations continued as if he weren’t there. Even the smallest gestures of acknowledgment were absent; no greetings, no goodnights—just cold, unyielding distance.

Chenle’s absence hurt the most. They had been inseparable since their trainee days, their bond unshakeable. But now, even Chenle avoided him, his smiles and laughter reserved for everyone but Jisung.

“I didn’t do it,” Jisung whispered to himself late one night, sitting alone in his room. His chest felt tight, the ache of being misunderstood and ignored becoming unbearable.

To distract himself, he buried himself in work, throwing his energy into practices and trying to prove his worth. But the stress and exhaustion began to take a toll. His appetite disappeared, his sleep became restless, and a persistent headache settled in.

Even when his body cried out for rest, he ignored it. The weight of clearing his name overshadowed everything else.

One particularly restless night, Jisung sat in the darkness of his room, clutching his phone. His mind wandered to Taeyong, their leader, who was currently serving in the military. Taeyong had always been a source of comfort and guidance, the glue that held them together.