K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Heesung enhypen - bipolar

@sooojiitlinnyya_57 thanks for you requests and sorry for the wait 😅.
1000 words.

The dorm was buzzing with energy. The sound of laughter echoed through the walls as the members crowded around the TV, engrossed in their game. But for Heeseung, the noise felt suffocating.

His leg bounced restlessly against the floor, fingers digging into his knee as he tried to focus on his breathing. His head was pounding, and every little sound seemed to scrape against his skull like nails on a chalkboard.

"Hyung, it's your turn," Sunoo said, nudging his arm with the game controller.

Heeseung barely processed the words. His body was tense, his thoughts racing too fast to catch. The lights felt too bright, the voices too sharp, like they were all pressing in on him at once.

"Hyung?" Sunoo repeated, his voice laced with concern.

"Shut up," Heeseung muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

But the room still went silent.

"What?" Sunghoon turned toward him, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"I said shut up," Heeseung snapped, his voice harsher this time. It felt like something inside him was breaking loose, something he couldn't control. He hated this. Hated the way his emotions seemed to rule him instead of the other way around. Hated the way the anger surged out before he could stop it.

Jake sat up straighter. "Hyung, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Heeseung let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. His heart was hammering against his ribs, his breathing uneven. "Maybe the fact that I can't get a damn moment of peace in this dorm. Maybe the fact that all of you keep pretending like everything is fine when it's not."

The others exchanged worried glances, but no one said anything.

Jay finally sighed, standing up. "Heeseung, we're just trying to—"

"Trying to what?" Heeseung cut him off, his voice sharp. "Act like I'm not losing my mind? Act like I'm not—" He stopped himself, his throat tightening. He clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms.

"We're worried about you," Jungwon said softly, stepping forward. "That's all."

Heeseung scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't need your pity."

Before anyone could respond, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

The cold night air hit his skin like a slap, but it did nothing to stop the fire raging inside him. His pulse was erratic, his chest rising and falling too fast. He needed to move—had to move—so he just walked.

His thoughts were spiraling, uncontrollable.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Why can't I just be normal?

Why do I keep doing this?

He felt like a stranger in his own body. Like he was watching himself lash out, say things he didn't mean, hurt the people he loved, but he couldn't stop it. Couldn't pull himself back before it was too late.

Lately, it had been getting worse.

The highs were too high—restless nights where he felt invincible, where he'd stay up for hours working on music, practicing until his feet throbbed, his hands shaking from exhaustion. But then the lows would come, and they'd hit him like a tidal wave, dragging him under until he couldn't breathe.

It hadn't always been this bad.

His meds had helped, kept him steady. But something had shifted recently. Maybe it was the stress, the overwhelming pressure of being an idol. Or maybe... maybe his meds weren't working the way they used to.

A sick feeling curled in his stomach as realization dawned.

It had been months since he'd seen his doctor. His prescription hadn't changed, but his body had. The exhaustion, the mood swings, the way his emotions felt like they were slipping through his fingers—what if his dosage was off?

What if this wasn't just stress?

His breath hitched.

I can't keep living like this.

His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone. He hovered over his contacts, debating calling someone—anyone—but his pride wouldn't let him. Instead, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and kept walking, his mind a tangled mess of guilt, frustration, and fear.

~~~

The silence in the dorm was heavy.

"We can't keep pretending this isn't happening," Jungwon said finally, his voice quiet but firm.

"I think his meds are off balance," Jay said, rubbing his temples. "He hasn't had a check-up in months. And with everything we've been doing—comebacks, performances, schedules—he's been pushing himself too hard."

"So... what do we do?" Ni-ki asked, his voice hesitant.

Jungwon's jaw tightened. "We help him."

Jake exhaled, nodding. "I'll call his doctor first thing in the morning."

"I'll go look for him," Sunghoon said, already grabbing his jacket.

Jay placed a hand on his shoulder. "Give him a little time. He'll come back."

And he did.

An hour later, the door creaked open, and Heeseung stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He looked exhausted—his shoulders slumped, his eyes dull with the weight of everything he was carrying. He expected them to be mad, expected some kind of confrontation.

But instead, Jungwon just looked at him and said, "Come sit with us."

Heeseung hesitated, his throat dry. He wasn't sure he deserved their kindness.

Still, he walked over and sank onto the couch.

"We think your meds might be off because of stress," Jake said gently. "So, we made an appointment for you tomorrow."

Heeseung blinked. "You... did that for me?"

"Of course," Sunoo said softly. "You're our hyung."

Heeseung swallowed hard. His mind was still a mess, but there was something grounding about knowing they were here. That they weren't giving up on him, even when he pushed them away.

The guilt was still there, clawing at him. But beneath it, something warm flickered—a quiet relief, a silent thank you.

"...Thanks," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

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