Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

One Step at a Time (Jackson)

The practice room was filled with the rhythmic echoes of heavy breaths and thudding sneakers as GOT7 rehearsed the choreography for "Girls Girls Girls." Jackson, Jay B, Mark, Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, and Yugyeom were all focused, each one determined to perfect the moves that would mark their debut.

Jackson, with his usual high energy, stood at the front of the room. His eyes sparkled with determination as he prepared for the next move. The choreography called for a daring, gravity-defying martial arts jump—a move that showcased his athleticism and precise control. Jackson had spent hours perfecting it, pushing himself further each time, driven by the desire to make their debut unforgettable.

"One more time!" Jackson called out, flashing his signature grin as he set himself into position.

Mark, ever the supportive figure in the group, offered a small nod of encouragement. His reassuring smile was enough to keep Jackson focused, even as the tension in the room rose. "You’ve got this, Jackson."

Jay B, their leader, clapped his hands together to rally the group. "Let’s all take it from the top. We’re getting close. Focus, everyone."

The music began once again, a familiar, energetic beat filling the room as the group began the sequence. Jackson sprinted forward, his body flowing with the choreography, and just as the music hit the crescendo, he launched himself into the air, preparing for his iconic flip.

The rest of the group followed seamlessly, their movements precise and synchronized. Mark executed his part flawlessly, flipping at the exact same time as Jackson. The risk of it all—two people performing simultaneous flips—was the perfect embodiment of the group's ambition. But as Jackson soared into the air, something went wrong.

His body twisted unnaturally in midair, and his ankle didn’t align with the floor as he had planned. The pain struck immediately as he landed awkwardly. A sickening crack filled the room, followed by the sharp, unmistakable pain that shot up his leg. His back hit the ground with force, and his wrist twisted beneath him in a jarring motion. His head bounced off the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

The music screeched to a halt. The members’ heads whipped around in shock, their eyes wide with horror as Jackson lay there, unable to move.

“Jackson-hyung!” BamBam was the first to rush to his side, his voice laced with panic as he knelt down beside him. He gently stroked Jackson’s hair, trying to soothe him through the agony.

Mark was there a moment later, his face pale with concern as he crouched beside Jackson. “Don’t move too much. Let’s figure out what’s hurt.”

Jackson hissed in pain, trying to curl himself into a ball, but the movement sent another wave of agony through his body. His free hand clutched his wrist, and he let out a sharp breath. “My ankle… my back… everything hurts,” he whispered, his face contorted with pain.

Youngjae stood nearby, his face pale as he wrung his hands nervously. “Should we call an ambulance? He looks really hurt.”

Jay B, ever the leader, was quick to take charge. His voice was steady, despite the worry in his eyes. “Yes. Someone call. Now.”

Jinyoung, calm and composed in a crisis, pulled out his phone and quickly dialed for help. Yugyeom, his face tight with worry, grabbed a towel and placed it under Jackson’s head to cushion him as he waited for the paramedics. “Hyung, just stay still,” he said softly, his voice trembling.

Jackson tried to breathe through the pain, his eyes darting around at the faces of his members. He hated this. He hated showing weakness in front of them. He hated the way he couldn’t control his body.