K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Minje kickflip - stomach bug

A/N : hey, for your information I don't know anything about this group. I've heard about them but didn"t have anytime to listen to any of their songs or anything. So if anything in this chapter feels unmatchy to their personalities, I apologized.

@Alterdy thanks for your requests. I hope you all enjoy.
1000 words.

⚠️throwing up.

Minje had taken harder hits than this—sweaty, grueling dance rehearsals that left his legs shaking with exhaustion, endless hours in the studio perfecting vocals until his throat burned, sleepless nights reviewing choreography until his eyes stung. But nothing, nothing compared to the absolute devastation happening in his stomach right now.

He groaned, forehead pressed against the cold porcelain of the toilet, his body trembling uncontrollably. His stomach churned again, and with another painful lurch, he retched. The bitter taste of bile filled his mouth, but it wasn't enough to satisfy the growing storm inside him.

From the doorway, Kyehoon sighed loudly.

"This is disgusting," he muttered, arms folded across his chest.

Minje, too weak to even lift his head, blindly waved a hand in Kyehoon's direction, too drained to care. "Then leave."

Kyehoon raised an eyebrow, but instead of leaving, he stepped into the bathroom and crouched beside him. His face softened with concern as he reached forward to pull Minje's sweaty hair away from his forehead. He pressed the back of his hand to Minje's forehead and clicked his tongue.

"You're burning up," Kyehoon said, his voice edged with frustration. "What did you even eat today?"

Minje barely registered the question. His stomach twisted painfully, and he could only manage a weak whimper. "I don't know... Everything?"

Kyehoon rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated. "Of course you did." He glanced at the water bottle on the counter. "You're a mess."

Minje could only muster a pitiful groan in response. He could barely sit up without feeling like his body was going to rebel on him.

Kyehoon reached for the water bottle and unscrewed the cap. "Drink this. Hydrate a little, or you're gonna feel worse."

Minje turned his head, trying to give Kyehoon a half-hearted glare through his bleary eyes. "What if it just comes right back up?"

Kyehoon smirked, undeterred. "Then I'll hold your hair again. It's the least I can do, considering I'm not the one who ate whatever sketchy stuff you got your hands on."

Minje managed a dry laugh, his body stiffening as another wave of nausea hit him. Kyehoon's tone was as sarcastic as usual, but Minje could hear the genuine concern behind the playful banter. He took the water bottle from him, and with shaky hands, tried to take a sip. He barely managed a small gulp before slumping back against the tub.

Kyehoon sat on the floor beside him, not leaving his side. "You're making it really hard to be mad at you right now."

Minje blinked, exhausted. "What do you mean?"

Kyehoon glanced down at him, almost like he was weighing his words carefully. "You've been pushing yourself too hard. Everyone's worried about you, Minje. You've been working nonstop for days."

Minje barely had the energy to respond, so he just closed his eyes for a moment, letting the cool air of the bathroom hit his flushed skin. He wanted to say something, to argue, but everything just felt too heavy.

Kyehoon, sensing his friend's fatigue, sighed. "We've got the showcase in two days. You can't be like this. Not with everything on the line."

Minje's eyes fluttered open again, and he let out a weak, hoarse chuckle. "Yeah... showcase. I'm definitely going to be the shining star of that one, huh?" He gave Kyehoon a half-smile, but it was fleeting, fading into another wave of nausea.

Kyehoon raised an eyebrow, though he wasn't amused. "Don't make jokes. We've got choreography to go over, and the new track to rehearse. You've been pushing it, and now your body's just... crashing."

Minje shifted, sitting up slightly, though his head spun a little. "I'll be fine. Just a little stomach bug. I've had worse, you know?"

Kyehoon shot him a pointed look. "You always say that. But you're never fine when it happens." He paused for a moment, softening. "Minje... the group needs you. I need you."

Minje's heart warmed at that, but before he could say anything back, another wave of nausea hit. He quickly leaned forward over the toilet, clutching the edge to steady himself.

Kyehoon moved instantly, pulling his friend's hair back again. He wasn't grossed out. He wasn't even pulling away. He was right there, holding him steady through the whole thing.

"I'll be fine," Minje whispered, his voice strained and weak. "I can't be sick now... not with the showcase coming up."

Kyehoon's voice was quieter this time, and for the first time, there was no sarcasm, no playful teasing. "You'll be fine. But you need to rest, Minje. Just a little. We can take care of the rest. You don't have to do it all alone."

Minje felt his eyelids growing heavy as he let the exhaustion take over. The dizziness and pain made everything feel like it was swirling. He just nodded faintly, letting the quietness of the room sink in.

It felt nice to know that Kyehoon, despite the chaos and constant pressures they were under, was still here.

"I love you, man," Minje whispered, barely audible.

Kyehoon's lips quirked upward slightly. "Love you too. Just don't make me regret it, okay?"

Minje managed a small laugh, but it turned into a cough. The two of them shared a moment of silence, the only sound the occasional drip of water from the faucet and the steady, rhythmic beat of Minje's slow breaths.

Kyehoon sat there beside him for as long as it took, not saying anything more, just letting Minje rest. No more teasing. No more expectations.

He was there. That was enough.

And as Minje's eyes finally fluttered closed, he allowed himself to believe that everything would be okay. The showcase, the group, everything—they would make it through. Together.

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