K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Changbin straykids - Argument

@BTSxRealARMY here's your request, hope you like it.
900 words.

The dorm was unnervingly silent. It was a silence that none of them had ever truly experienced before, a silence that only existed when Changbin wasn't around. It should've felt peaceful, but instead, it was suffocating.

Their arguments weren't uncommon—brothers fought, it was natural. But this time... this time was different. The words that had been thrown around, the anger, the pain—it felt irreversible. And the worst part?

Changbin was gone.

Completely.

No texts, no calls. He had blocked them.

At first, some of them were still mad, trying to convince themselves it was for the best. But as days passed, the weight of his absence became unbearable.

And Felix... Felix couldn't take it anymore.

He needed his best friend back.

***

"Changbin, seriously, just try harder! We're not stopping until you get it right!" Chan's voice rang sharply through the practice room.

"I'm trying!" Changbin shot back, his breathing uneven, sweat dripping from his forehead. His body felt sluggish, weak—he wasn't just tired, he was sick. But no one seemed to care.

"Are you? Because it doesn't look like it," Hyunjin muttered, shaking his head.

"Why is it always like this with you?" Seungmin added, arms crossed.

Changbin clenched his fists. He felt the familiar burn of frustration in his chest. "I told you, I don't feel well."

"And yet Felix can still push through his exhaustion, but you can't?" Chan snapped, his voice laced with irritation.

That was the final straw.

It wasn't the first time he had felt it—this underlying feeling that maybe, just maybe, they cared about Felix more than him. But tonight, hearing it out loud? It hurt more than he wanted to admit.

"Fine," Changbin growled. "If you love Felix so much, maybe I should just leave."

"Maybe you should."

The words were out before Chan could stop them. And the next thing Changbin felt was a sharp sting across his cheek. Chan had slapped him.

The room froze.

No one moved. No one spoke. The air felt too thick to breathe.

Changbin's vision blurred—not from the impact, but from the realization that this... this was it.

He turned on his heel, shoving past them.

"Don't bother looking for me," he muttered before storming out.

And just like that, he was gone.

***

The members tried to act like everything was fine.

They laughed, they joked, they continued practicing. But no one could ignore the emptiness that had settled in the dorm.

Felix was the first to crack.

"I can't do this anymore," he whispered one night, curled up on the couch. "It's too quiet."

Jeongin looked down. "Hyung really left, didn't he?"

"Did you see the fans?" Seungmin muttered. "They're turning on him."

After the fight, Chan had let his frustration slip during a live stream. It wasn't his intention, but his anger had spoken before his heart could. And now, fans were blaming Changbin.

"He must hate us," Jisung mumbled.

Felix clenched his jaw. "No. He doesn't."

"But he blocked us."

"Because we made him feel like he had to."

The words lingered in the air.

No one had a response.

***

Felix didn't tell anyone he was leaving.

He didn't pack much — just a hoodie, his phone, and his determination.

When he arrived at Changbin's parents' house, he hesitated for only a moment before knocking.

The door creaked open, and there he was.

Changbin.

Eyes tired, face blank, but still the same.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

And then Felix did the only thing he could think of—he threw his arms around Changbin, holding on as tightly as possible.

"Don't shut me out," he whispered.

Changbin didn't hug him back. Not at first.

But after a moment, his fingers clenched onto Felix's hoodie, gripping it tightly.

"I missed you," Felix mumbled.

"...I missed you too."

***

The next day, Jeongin and Jisung showed up.

They didn't say much. They didn't need to. They just sat with him, their presence speaking louder than words ever could.

That evening, Hyunjin and Seungmin arrived.

Hyunjin was the first to apologize, followed by Seungmin's quiet but sincere "I'm sorry too."

Three days later, Minho appeared.

He didn't say anything for a long time, simply watching Changbin as if trying to piece together what was left of their broken bond. Then, finally, he spoke.

"I should have stopped him."

Changbin looked away. "It wasn't just Chan."

"I know." Minho sighed. "But he's the one who's struggling the most."

And then, the next morning, Chan arrived.

The moment Changbin saw him, his stomach twisted.

Neither of them knew how to start.

Chan opened his mouth, closed it, then exhaled shakily.

"I was wrong." His voice cracked. "I was so, so wrong."

Silence.

"I don't expect you to forgive me," Chan continued, his hands clenched into fists. "I just... I just need you to know that I never should have—"

"Hyung."

Chan flinched at the sound of Changbin's voice.

Changbin looked down, shoulders tense. Then, finally, he met Chan's eyes.

"...Do you regret it?"

"Every single day."

It wasn't instant. The anger, the hurt—it was still there.

But so was the love.

And that was enough.

For now.
***

It took time. Healing always did.

But when Changbin finally stepped back into the dorm, it felt right.

Jisung threw an arm around him. Hyunjin and Seungmin bickered like usual. Minho was still Minho.

And Chan?

Chan met his eyes with a soft, almost hesitant smile.

"Welcome home."

And for the first time in weeks, Changbin smiled back.

"Yeah. I'm home."

Thanks for reading. If you have a story in mind don't hesitate. I take requests.