K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Leeknow straykids - sick

@leeminhosairfryeroil here's your request! I hope you like it. I think your original request ended up transforming into something a bit different, so I apologize if it's not exactly what you asked for.
1300 words.

Lee Know had been feeling off for days. A growing sense of fatigue weighed down his limbs, his head throbbing with a dull ache. He'd brushed off the early symptoms – a headache, a slight fever – as nothing more than the usual exhaustion from late practices. But today, the fever hit him hard. His body trembled, his skin burning as if he were caught in a blaze, but he still pushed on, rehearsing relentlessly in the practice room. There were always songs to perfect, routines to refine, fans who expected nothing less than the best.

The music pounded in the room as Lee Know danced, every movement growing more sluggish, his breath more ragged. His body screamed for rest, but he ignored it, focused only on getting the moves right. As he twirled, the dizziness overwhelmed him. His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the floor, the music still blaring, drowning out the sound of his fall. His body lay motionless, the fever scorching him as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, Chan was still at the company building, working late on some schedules for the group. His laptop glowed dimly, and the quiet hum of the office surrounded him. His phone buzzed, and he picked it up, glancing at the screen. It was Han.

"Hey, hyung, have you seen Lee Know?" Han's voice crackled through, filled with concern. "He hasn't come back to our dorm, and I'm starting to get worried." (A/N: I'm as happy now as I was when I first learned that these two were living just with each other now. I love minsung)

Chan's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the clock. It was past midnight, and Lee Know had been in the practice room for hours. "He said he was staying at the company. Let me check the practice room. I'll call you back in a second."

He grabbed his jacket and rushed to the practice room, his heart already racing for reasons he couldn't explain. As he neared the door, the sound of loud music greeted him, filling the hallway. It was odd – Lee Know never left the music blaring like this. Chan's stomach twisted in discomfort, and he pushed open the door, his heart stopping when he saw Lee Know lying on the floor, unmoving.

"Lee Know?" Chan called urgently, rushing to his side. He shook him lightly, but there was no response. Panic surged through him as he felt the heat radiating from Lee Know's body – he was burning up. His breathing was shallow and rapid. Chan's mind raced as he fumbled for his phone. "Lee Know, wake up, please!"

The fear consumed him, and his hands were trembling as he called the manager. "Hyung, Lee Know's collapsed. He's burning up, and I don't know what to do. We need to get him to a hospital now."

"I'll be there as fast as I can," the manager replied, his voice sharp with urgency.

Chan then called Han back immediately, his voice strained. "Han, we're taking Lee Know to the hospital."

Han's voice cracked on the other end of the line, desperation lacing every syllable. "I'll be there. Just tell me where."

Chan hesitated for a moment, knowing Han wouldn't sleep without knowing what had happened. But part of him wished Han would stay home. He was already exhausted, and the stress was wearing him down. "Han, I want you to stay home. You've had a long day, and you need to rest. Lee Know will be fine. Just get some sleep, okay?"

There was a brief pause before Han's response came, sharp and resolute. "I can't stay home, hyung. What if something happens? What if I'm not there when he wakes up?" Han's words were simple, but the fear was palpable, unspoken.

Chan knew there was no stopping him. Han wouldn't be able to rest, not with his mind racing with worry. He would stay up, unable to function until he knew exactly where Lee Know was. "I'll stay with him, Han. But you need to get some rest. You'll only worry yourself sick. You won't be able to think straight."

Han didn't say it, but Chan knew – Han wouldn't rest. He needed to be there, needed to see Lee Know for himself. "I'll meet you there," Han said firmly. "I can't stay home, hyung. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"I know, Han," Chan said softly, with a sigh. "Just take care of yourself, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be there soon. Just... take care of him. Please," Han replied, his voice strained with emotion.

At the hospital, Chan paced restlessly, glancing at the door to the emergency room every few seconds. He couldn't shake the image of Lee Know lying there, pale and burning with fever. His mind kept running through worst-case scenarios – what if it wasn't just exhaustion? What if something more serious was wrong? He forced himself to stay calm, but the uncertainty gnawed at him. He couldn't stop imagining how much worse this could get.

Han arrived shortly after, his face pale, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. His steps faltered slightly as he entered the hospital, eyes scanning the room before landing on Chan. Chan gave him a small, reassuring nod, though both knew it was hard to feel reassured in this situation.

Han didn't speak at first. He stood silently beside Chan, his gaze fixed on the door where Lee Know was being treated. "Hyung," Han murmured, his voice quiet, "I can't stop thinking... what if he doesn't wake up? What if we didn't notice how serious it was? What if he's... what if he's too far gone?"

Chan felt a sharp pang in his chest at Han's words. He placed a hand on Han's shoulder, trying to steady his own shaking nerves. "We don't know that, Han. He's strong. He'll be fine. We just need to trust that."

But Han's worry was too much to suppress. "I know, but what if? What if I'm not there when he needs me most?" His voice cracked, filled with a helplessness Chan had never heard from him before.

"Don't think like that," Chan said, his voice firm but gentle. "We're here now, and we'll be here when he wakes up. He needs us both."

Han nodded, though his eyes were filled with doubt. The two of them waited in silence, the hours stretching on as they clung to the hope that Lee Know would pull through.

Hours later, they were finally allowed to see Lee Know. The sight of him, pale and connected to IVs, made their hearts ache. He was stable for now, but it was clear that the fever had taken a heavy toll on him. Chan and Han sat silently beside his bed, unwilling to leave his side. Neither of them spoke, but the silence was comforting in its own way, a reminder that they weren't alone in this.

Exhaustion eventually caught up with them. Han leaned against Chan, his head resting on his shoulder, and Chan, too tired to keep his eyes open, let his own head fall onto Han's. The night drifted by, and neither of them moved. They were both too tired, but they couldn't bear to leave Lee Know alone, not even for a moment.

When morning finally came, Lee Know slowly opened his eyes, his body aching but finally cooling down from the fever. The first thing he saw was Chan and Han, their faces soft with sleep, their positions awkward but comforting.

A weak smile tugged at his lips, feeling the warmth of his friends by his side. Despite everything – the pain, the fever, the darkness of the night – he wasn't alone. He never would be.

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