Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Flexibility's Limit (Baekhyun)

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Variety shows had always been Baekhyun's playground. His quick wit, playful demeanor, and endless charm made him a natural. Sitting alongside his EXO members, he leaned into the conversation with an effortless grin. The host, ever the instigator, turned toward him with a mischievous glint.

"I heard Baekhyun has incredible flexibility—fingers, arms, you name it. Is that true?"

Baekhyun chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "Ah, that's just rumors blown out of proportion."

The audience laughed, but the host wasn't about to let the moment pass. "Shall we test it? Let's see how flexible Baekhyun really is!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, and Baekhyun, caught up in the energy, shrugged. "Why not?"

The host reached for Baekhyun's hand. "Let’s start with your fingers."

Baekhyun extended his right hand, the host gently pressing his index finger backward. The initial stretch was tolerable, even amusing. "See? Nothing to it," Baekhyun quipped, his grin unwavering.

But then the host pushed harder, the movement exceeding Baekhyun’s comfort zone. The sharp snap was faint, drowned out by the laughter and chatter around them. A jolt of pain shot through Baekhyun’s hand, his stomach twisting.

He pulled his hand back with a laugh. "Guess that’s my limit!"

The audience clapped, oblivious to his discomfort. His finger throbbed, but Baekhyun masked it behind his usual charm.

"Let’s move on to the arms!" the host announced, gesturing for Baekhyun to stand.

Baekhyun hesitated, his injured hand now resting inconspicuously in his lap. "Sure, let’s do it."

He extended his left arm, keeping his right hand tucked safely away. The host rotated it backward, testing its flexibility. At first, the stretch felt manageable, but as the rotation continued, a dull ache morphed into a sharp pain.

A sickening pop echoed in Baekhyun’s ears. His smile faltered for a split second before he regained his composure.

"Wow, you really are flexible!" the host exclaimed, letting go of Baekhyun’s arm.

Baekhyun forced a laugh, nodding. "Guess I passed the test."

Only Chanyeol noticed the strain in Baekhyun’s eyes. Leaning over, he whispered, "You okay?"

Baekhyun shrugged. "I’m fine."

The show wrapped up five minutes later. Baekhyun’s arm hung stiffly by his side, and his hand throbbed with every movement. Chanyeol walked closely beside him as they exited the studio.

"You don’t look fine," Chanyeol said quietly.

"It’s nothing," Baekhyun muttered, though his pale complexion betrayed him.

In the van, Chanyeol’s concern grew. He leaned toward Suho, who sat in the front seat. "Hyung, something’s wrong with Baekhyun. He’s not saying anything, but I think he’s really hurt."

Suho glanced back, his brows knitting in worry. Baekhyun was slumped against the window, his face pinched. Without hesitation, Suho instructed the manager to head to the hospital.

"Don’t tell him," Suho whispered to Chanyeol. "He’ll just argue."

When the van pulled up to the hospital, Baekhyun frowned. "Why are we here?"

Suho turned to him, his expression firm but gentle. "You’re in pain. We’re getting you checked out."

"I’m fine—"