K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Jisung skz - prosthetic leg

600 words.

Jisung had lost his left leg below the knee when he was just a toddler, but he had never let that stop him from chasing his dreams. He worked hard, trained harder, and eventually debuted as an idol alongside his best friends. His members knew about his prosthetic, but the fans didn't—he never wanted it to define him.

He was used to the usual discomfort. Bruises and irritation were common after long days, the price of constant movement and pressure from his prosthetic. Every night, after taking it off, he would apply bruising cream and hydration to help his stump recover. It always helped.

But concert nights were different.

The adrenaline, the non-stop dancing, the hours without rest—it all took a heavier toll. By the time Jisung returned to the dorm he shared with Chan, Changbin, and Hyunjin, exhaustion weighed on him like a blanket. He stepped into his room, closed the door, and finally removed his prosthetic.

Pain flared immediately.

Beneath where the socket had pressed against his skin, angry red bruises had already formed. But worse, a few small cuts had opened from where the pressure had been too much. He sighed, knowing he had to clean them before they got worse.

Just as he reached for the first aid kit, the door creaked open.

Hyunjin froze in the doorway. His eyes landed on Jisung's stump, taking in the bruises and fresh cuts. His expression shifted instantly from surprise to concern.

"Jisung... wait here."

Two minutes later, he was back—with Chan right behind him, first aid kit in hand.

Jisung opened his mouth to protest, but one look at Chan's face and he knew better. The leader knelt beside him, inspecting the wound carefully.

"You should've told us it was this bad," Chan murmured, pulling out disinfectant.

"It's not usually this bad," Jisung admitted, wincing when the antiseptic met his skin. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the small sounds of pain, but he knew Chan and Hyunjin heard them.

Hyunjin sat behind him, running his fingers gently over Jisung's back, grounding him.

"Almost done," Chan assured him, voice gentle but firm. Once the cuts were cleaned, he glanced at Jisung. "You have your creams?"

Jisung nodded toward his nightstand. Hyunjin immediately moved to grab them, then handed them over to Chan, who carefully started massaging the creams into Jisung's stump—first the bruising cream, then the hydrating one.

The touch was firm yet careful, but even so, Jisung whimpered softly at the pressure. Instinctively, Hyunjin wrapped his arms around him from behind, pulling him into a warm hug.

"You're so strong, you know that?" Hyunjin murmured, resting his chin on Jisung's shoulder.

Jisung exhaled, some of the tension leaving his body at the warmth of his friend's embrace.

Chan, ever the caretaker, was already rummaging through Jisung's drawers. He pulled out a pair of loose pajama shorts and handed them over.

"Put these on," he instructed. "Less friction. We don't want the fabric irritating your skin more."

Jisung chuckled tiredly but followed Chan's orders.

As he settled into bed, Hyunjin and Chan still lingered, as if making sure he was really okay.

"Thanks," Jisung murmured, looking between them.

Chan ruffled his hair. "Always."

Hyunjin smiled, squeezing his hand before finally standing up.

And as Jisung lay back, exhaustion finally overtaking him, he knew that no matter how hard things got, he'd never have to face them alone.