K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Yeonsang ateez - epilepsy

@FutureOaks thanks for your request.
A bit of early post, I planning on sleeping it tomorrow so good night to you all.
1200 words.

Yeosang had learned from a young age that his epilepsy was something to hide.

His mother made sure of that.

"It's your problem," she had told him when he was a child, her voice sharp, her expression cold. "You need to handle it yourself. No one will take care of you forever."

He had been just a kid—terrified and confused—but he had nodded, swallowing back his tears. From that day on, he took his medication on his own, monitored his symptoms alone, and never, ever let himself be a burden.

Now, years later, as a member of ATEEZ, that lesson still clung to him.

It had been two months since their debut, and his members still didn't know.

His seizures were mostly absent seizures—brief moments where he'd space out, eyes glazed over, body unresponsive. They weren't dramatic, not the kind people imagined when they thought of epilepsy. He had learned to manage them, taking his medication religiously and recognizing the warning signs—auras—before they escalated.

But the comeback preparation was brutal.

The lack of sleep made his symptoms harder to control. He felt the auras creeping in more often—dizziness, nausea, a strange wave of familiarity washing over him like déjà vu. The only way to stop it was to rest.

So he took naps whenever he could. Between schedules. In the van. Before dance practice.

And his members noticed.

"Yeosang, you're seriously the laziest idol ever," Wooyoung teased one afternoon, nudging him with his foot as he lay curled up on the couch.

San snickered. "Yeah, shouldn't the visual be, like, extra hardworking?"

Yeosang only hummed in response, pulling his hoodie tighter around himself. He wanted to laugh with them, to joke back, but exhaustion weighed him down.

He thought he had everything under control.

But he was wrong.

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The aura had started that morning.

A creeping dizziness. A sense of unreality. His stomach twisted with nausea, his limbs felt heavy, and he knew—he knew—this wasn't going away on its own.

He should have told someone.

He should have sat out of practice.

But the fear was worse.

What if they saw him as a monster? What if they got scared? What if he was kicked out of the group?

So he pushed through.

They were running through the choreography again when the aura became too much. His vision blurred, and a sharp ringing filled his ears. His body didn't feel like his own anymore.

His breath hitched. Not here. Not now.

Yeosang stumbled to the side, clutching his head.

"Yeosang?" Seonghwa's voice was confused, concerned. The music kept playing, but the others slowed, watching him.

Then it hit.

The moment Yeosang collapsed, everything stopped.

The music. The movement. The breath in their lungs.

Then—

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?!" Wooyoung's voice was raw, panicked. He dropped to his knees next to Yeosang, hands hovering helplessly.