Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Miles Away (Felix)

The dorm was unusually quiet. Bang Chan stood in the doorway of the living room, watching Felix scrub at the counters with a tense, almost absent-minded motion. His frustration had been building all day, and it seemed Felix was the unfortunate target.

“Felix,” Bang Chan said sharply, his tone cutting through the silence.

Felix froze mid-swipe, turning to face the leader with wide eyes. “Yes, hyung?”

Chan crossed his arms. “You need to start pulling your weight around here. We’re all tired, but we still do what needs to be done. You’ve been slacking, and it’s not fair to the rest of us.”

The accusation stung. Felix dropped the rag onto the counter, his hands shaking slightly. “I do pull my weight,” he said quietly, though his voice wavered.

“Do you?” Chan shot back. “Because it doesn’t feel like it. I’ve been picking up after you, covering for you—it’s exhausting.”

Felix’s jaw clenched. He hated arguing, especially with Chan. “I’m trying my best,” he muttered.

“Well, it’s not enough,” Chan snapped. “If you’re serious about helping, prove it. Go get us some honey. We’re out.”

Felix blinked. “It’s late, hyung. Can’t it wait until morning?”

“No, it can’t,” Chan said firmly. His gaze softened briefly as he gestured toward his car keys on the counter. “Take my car. It’ll be faster.”

Felix opened his mouth to protest—he didn’t have a driver’s license, and Chan knew that—but before he could say anything, Chan had already turned and left the room.

Felix stared at the keys, feeling a lump rise in his throat. He hated disappointing Chan, but there was no way he could take the car. Resigned, he grabbed his coat and the wallet on the counter. If Chan wouldn’t listen, he’d walk.

The night air was bitterly cold, the kind that seeped into Felix’s bones and made every breath feel like ice. He checked his phone for directions to the store, but the battery died as soon as he opened the map app.

“Perfect,” he muttered, shoving the phone into his pocket.

The walk to the store took longer than expected, his unfamiliarity with the area adding unnecessary detours to his route. By the time he arrived, his legs ached, and his fingers were numb from the cold. He grabbed the jar of honey quickly and stepped back outside, eager to return to the warmth of the dorm.

That’s when the storm hit.

The rain came suddenly, an icy downpour that soaked Felix to the skin within seconds. He pulled his hood up, clutching the jar of honey tightly to his chest as he tried to retrace his steps. The rain quickly turned into hail—small at first but growing larger and more painful with every passing minute.

The sharp pellets pounded against his body, leaving welts wherever they hit. Felix hunched his shoulders, shielding the honey with his arms and chest. The jar was his responsibility, and he refused to let it shatter.

The wind howled around him, making it almost impossible to see. He tried to follow the faint glow of streetlights, but the darkness and unfamiliarity of the neighborhood only disoriented him further. He stumbled over uneven pavement, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

The hail intensified, striking his face and leaving a stinging cut along his cheek. One particularly large piece struck his temple, making him stagger as pain blossomed across his skull. His eye throbbed, and he knew it would bruise.

But he kept walking.

“Just a little further,” he whispered to himself, though he had no idea how close—or far—he was from the dorm.