Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

Silent Cries, Shattered Hearts (Yeonjun)

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Yeonjun wasn’t sure when the fever had started. Maybe three days ago? Four? Time blurred together in an endless cycle of rehearsals, performances, and interviews. His body ached, heat radiating from his skin like he was standing too close to a fire, but there was no time to acknowledge it. TXT was in the middle of a comeback, and there was no room for weakness.

He pushed through. He always did.

“Hyung, you okay?” Taehyun asked during dance practice, giving him a side glance.

Yeonjun nodded quickly, forcing a grin. “Yeah. Just tired.”

That much wasn’t a lie. They were all exhausted, running on caffeine and muscle memory at this point. But Yeonjun knew his exhaustion ran deeper. Every step felt heavier, his body sluggish no matter how hard he willed it to move. Sweat dripped down his temples, more than usual, soaking through his shirt even though the practice room wasn’t particularly warm.

They went through the choreography again, and again, and again. Yeonjun barely registered the burning in his limbs, too focused on staying upright. His vision swam, the mirrored walls of the studio warping slightly, but he clenched his jaw and forced himself to keep moving.

“You’re dragging, hyung,” Soobin’s voice cut through the music, firm but not unkind. “Tighter movements.”

Yeonjun swallowed hard and nodded. He knew. He could feel it—his body wasn’t responding like it should.

The next time they ran the routine, he gave everything he had. His chest ached from the effort, but he ignored it. It was just exhaustion. Just stress.

Nothing he couldn’t handle.

By the time they got back to the dorm that night, Yeonjun could barely keep his eyes open. His fever had climbed higher, turning his skin clammy and making every step feel like he was wading through thick fog. But there was no time to rest. Tomorrow was packed—interviews in the morning, music show rehearsals in the afternoon, and another round of practice in the evening.

He stripped off his sweat-drenched hoodie, shivering despite the heat rolling off his body, and sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. He just needed a second to breathe.

A knock sounded on the door before it swung open. Soobin stood there, arms crossed, his face drawn with stress.

“Hyung, can we talk?”

Yeonjun sighed, already knowing where this was going. “Yeah.”

Soobin stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “What’s going on with you?” His voice was tired, but there was frustration beneath it. “You’ve been off for days. You keep zoning out during practice, and it’s messing up the choreography.”

Yeonjun swallowed. He wanted to tell him. He wanted to say, I haven’t felt okay in days. My whole body feels like it’s burning up, and I feel like I’m going to collapse. But the words wouldn’t come out.

Instead, he forced a small laugh. “I’m fine, Soobin. Just a little tired.”

Soobin’s jaw tightened. “Don’t do that.”

Yeonjun blinked. “Do what?”

“Act like nothing’s wrong when there clearly is!” Soobin’s voice was sharper than usual, his patience worn thin from the pressure of the comeback. “We’re all tired, Yeonjun, but we still have to give our best. You can’t just—”

He exhaled harshly, shaking his head. “You can’t make everything about you all the time.”

Yeonjun’s stomach twisted. “What?”