K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Yeonjun txt - overworked

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1200 words.

Yeonjun had always been a perfectionist, someone who gave every ounce of his energy to his craft. Lately, though, it felt as if the universe itself was conspiring to test his limits. Between the demanding schedule for the group's upcoming year-end performances, the production of their next group album, and his solo work, Yeonjun was on the brink of exhaustion. Yet, he refused to stop.

"Yeonjun, you're doing too much," Soobin said one evening, concern etched across his face. "You're going to burn yourself out."

"I'm fine," Yeonjun replied, brushing off their worries with a tired smile. "Just a little more, and I'll be done."

But he wasn't fine. Each passing day, the weight of his responsibilities grew heavier. The members could see it — the dark circles under his eyes, the way his steps faltered more and more often. Still, Yeonjun pressed on, ignoring their pleas for him to rest.

The tension came to a head one night when disaster struck. Beomgyu was the first to discover it. "It's gone!" he shouted, his voice tinged with panic as he stared at the computer screen.

"What's gone?" Hueningkai asked, rushing over to see.

"The song," Beomgyu stammered. "The main track for our album... it's been deleted!"

The room fell into a stunned silence. The song they had poured their hearts into, hours of hard work and dedication, was gone. In a haze of disbelief and rising frustration, their gazes slowly turned toward Yeonjun.

"You were the last one working on the files," Beomgyu said, his voice strained.
Yeonjun's eyes widened. "I didn't delete it! I swear I didn't!"

But the damage was done. The stress of the situation, coupled with their own fatigue and frustration, clouded their judgment.

"Yeonjun, you've been all over the place," Soobin said, his tone colder than he intended. "Maybe you made a mistake."

"No, I didn't," Yeonjun insisted, his voice firm but trembling. "I wouldn't..."

"Then what happened?" Taehyun asked, his voice rising. "Things don't just disappear!"

Yeonjun opened his mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come. He felt like he was drowning under the weight of their accusations. The very people he relied on, his brothers, doubted him. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he forced himself to stay silent.

Over the next few days, the atmosphere grew colder. The members barely spoke to Yeonjun, their lingering disappointment a silent wound between them. They carried on with rehearsals, trying to salvage what they could, but the camaraderie they once shared felt fractured.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun's condition worsened. His body, already weakened from overwork, began to show signs of illness. Chills racked his frame, his head throbbed incessantly, and a fever began to rise. Still, he pushed through, pretending he was fine. The guilt and isolation only fueled his determination to keep going.

Then, during yet another rehearsal filled with thinly veiled frustration, Yeonjun's body finally gave up. His vision blurred, the room spinning around him. He stumbled before collapsing to the floor.

"Yeonjun!" Soobin's shout broke through the tension like a gunshot, his anger replaced by sheer panic.

The members rushed to his side, their hearts pounding as they realized how pale he was, how dangerously hot his skin felt.

"He's burning up," Hueningkai whispered, his voice trembling. "We need to get him to a hospital."

The ambulance ride felt like an eternity. In the sterile white of the hospital, the members sat in agonized silence, waiting for news. When the doctor finally emerged, his words hit them like a sledgehammer.

"His fever was dangerously high, and it led to severe complications. He's fallen into a coma."

A deafening silence followed, each of them too stunned to speak. The gravity of their actions, their words, crashed down on them. They had pushed him away when he needed them most.

As they sat by Yeonjun's bedside, guilt gnawed at their hearts. The rhythmic beeping of the monitors was the only sound in the room.

"We should've known," Taehyun whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "We should've seen how much he was hurting."

"I said such horrible things to him," Beomgyu muttered, his head in his hands. "I can't believe I blamed him..."

It was during one of these silent vigils that the truth finally surfaced. A staff member, harboring resentment and seeking to create discord, confessed to intentionally deleting the song. The revelation was like a knife to their hearts.

"It was never Yeonjun," Soobin said, his voice barely a whisper. "It was someone else all along... and we blamed him. We doubted him."

Hueningkai's eyes filled with tears as he shook his head, disbelief and sorrow mingling in his expression. "We pushed him away... when he needed us the most."

The room was filled with the quiet sounds of their grief. Each of them replayed the harsh words they had thrown at Yeonjun, the cold shoulders they had turned, the trust they had so easily shattered. The realization that a staff member's malicious intent had driven a wedge between them only deepened their guilt.

"We have to make this right," Taehyun said firmly, though his voice trembled. "When Yeonjun wakes up... we'll tell him everything. We'll apologize. We'll fix this."

But as days turned into weeks, Yeonjun remained unconscious, his body battling the fever's aftermath. The members stayed by his side, taking turns watching over him, whispering apologies into the stillness, hoping that somehow, he could hear them.

"Hyung," Beomgyu murmured one evening, his voice cracking as he held Yeonjun's hand. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You've always been there for us, and we failed you. Please... please wake up."

The silence stretched, oppressive and heavy, until one quiet evening, a miracle happened. Soobin, sitting beside Yeonjun, noticed a faint twitch in his fingers. His breath hitched, and he leaned closer.

"Yeonjun? Can you hear me?"

Yeonjun's eyes fluttered open, weak and unfocused, but unmistakably alive. The relief that flooded Soobin was overwhelming. He called out to the others, and soon, they were all gathered around the bed, tears streaming down their faces.

"You're awake," Hueningkai sobbed, clutching Yeonjun's hand tightly.

Yeonjun's voice was barely a whisper. "What... happened?"

"You've been through a lot," Soobin said, struggling to keep his voice steady. "We... we made a terrible mistake."

"We thought you deleted the song," Beomgyu admitted, his voice filled with regret. "We were wrong. It was a staff member who did it. We're so sorry for doubting you, for blaming you."

"We let our frustration blind us," Taehyun added, tears slipping down his cheeks. "We hurt you, and we can never take back the things we said. But we're here now, and we'll make it right."

Yeonjun's gaze softened as he looked at each of them, seeing the pain and guilt in their eyes. Despite everything, a small, weary smile tugged at his lips. "It's... okay."

But it wasn't okay — not to them. From that day forward, they vowed to never let him shoulder burdens alone, to never let their stress or frustrations blind them to the bonds they shared.

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