Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Close Enough to Break (J-Hope)

The evening was supposed to be a routine public schedule—a small meet-and-greet outside a studio, fans gathered behind metal barricades waving signs and calling out to BTS. Security was tight as always, but the atmosphere felt lighter than usual, with the group laughing and interacting with ARMYs. J-Hope, ever the sunshine, was at the front, signing posters and giving his signature heart-shaped smile.

But in the crowd, one person wasn’t there to simply watch.

Dressed in a staff jacket, a young woman slipped past the initial layer of security. The studio's bustling environment made it easy for her to blend in. She moved with purpose, her eyes locked on J-Hope, clutching something tightly in her hands.

“Oppa!” she called softly at first, testing the waters. Then louder, more desperate. “J-Hope oppa!”

J-Hope, hearing the tone but not the source, turned slightly, still smiling. He thought it was just another enthusiastic fan.

Before anyone could react, she broke from her position, ducking under a barricade and rushing toward him. The fans behind the barrier screamed in alarm, the sudden commotion drawing everyone’s attention.

“Hoseok!” RM shouted, stepping forward as the woman closed the gap.

She was faster than anyone anticipated. Grabbing J-Hope’s arm, she yanked him toward her, clutching his jacket sleeve with one hand while the other revealed a folded letter.

“You have to read this! Please, oppa! I did this all for you!” she cried, her grip tightening.

J-Hope’s smile faltered, panic flashing in his eyes. “Hey, let go,” he said firmly, trying to keep his voice calm.

The sasaeng ignored him, her voice rising as she pleaded. “Don’t leave! You have to hear me! I came all this way!”

Security rushed forward, but in her desperation, the woman shoved J-Hope backward. He stumbled, his foot catching on the uneven ground, and he fell hard against the pavement. Pain shot through his side as he landed awkwardly on his wrist, and the force knocked the air from his lungs.

“Hoseok!” Jin’s voice cracked as he pushed past the others, his face pale with fear.

The sasaeng, momentarily frozen, tried to approach J-Hope again, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—please don’t hate me!”

But she didn’t stop reaching for him, her movements erratic and frenzied.

One of the bodyguards intercepted her, grabbing her arms and pulling her away. She screamed and thrashed, still trying to claw her way back to J-Hope. “You don’t understand! He’s mine! He belongs to me!”

The chaos was deafening—security shouting, fans crying, the members scrambling to shield J-Hope. V and Jungkook, closest to him, knelt beside him as he cradled his wrist, his face pale and tight with pain.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Jungkook asked, his voice shaking as he hovered protectively.

J-Hope forced a nod, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “I—I’m fine,” he said weakly, though his wrist throbbed and his ribs ached from the fall.

The woman’s screams continued as she was dragged away, her voice a chilling echo in the air. “Oppa! Don’t leave me! You’ll regret this! I know where you live!”

The members quickly surrounded J-Hope, forming a human barrier as security worked to control the situation. RM, his usual calm shattered, barked orders to staff to clear the area immediately.

“We’re done here,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Suga crouched beside J-Hope, his eyes scanning him with quiet intensity. “Where does it hurt?”