K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

New theboyz - comfort

My autocorrector kept changing New's name, so most of the time it's his real name (Chanhee)
@ KimYooRim26 here's your request hope you like it.
1200 words.

The room was filled with the kind of nervous laughter that barely masked the heaviness in the air.

It had just ended—the livestream that fans watched in real-time as Sangyeon, THE BOYZ's leader, sat in the chair while each member took turns shaving his head before his enlistment. What started with giggles and teasing turned into an emotional farewell—one that clung to every heart in the room.

They all kept their smiles up until the camera turned off.

And then... silence.

The last "Bye, THE B!" echoed like a ghost in the air.

Sangyeon was still sitting there, freshly buzzed, rubbing his hands through the soft stubble on his head with a sheepish grin. "Do I look cool?" he asked, always self-deprecating.

"You look like a baby chick," Haknyeon snorted, trying to inject some levity, but his voice cracked slightly.

"You look like a soldier," Juyeon said with quiet pride.

"Yeah," Hyunjae added, stepping forward to rest a hand on Sangyeon's shoulder. "You look ready."

Everyone agreed. Smiles were exchanged, hugs were shared, and promises were made—letters, visits, staying strong. It was loud for a bit, like they were trying to drown out the inevitable.

But New stood slightly apart.

Chanhee hadn't said much during the live. He'd done his job—smiling, tossing out the occasional witty comment, laughing with everyone else. But he had been distant, quiet in a way that only people who really knew him would notice.

Younghoon noticed.

As the rest of the members slowly shuffled out—some heading to the van, some to their rooms to change or process—Younghoon lingered, watching Chanhee.

He saw the tight way his fingers clutched the edge of his sweatshirt. The way his shoulders were rigid, eyes glued to the floor. The faint tremble in his lip, like he was biting back a storm.

Younghoon took a small step toward him. "Chanhee?"

Chanhee didn't look up.

"Chanhee," Younghoon said again, softer this time, stepping closer until he was right beside him. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Chanhee replied quickly, too quickly, and it cracked apart like porcelain.

A pause.

"I mean..no. I'm not," he whispered.

And then his voice broke completely.

Younghoon barely had time to react before Chanhee's breath hitched, and tears spilled from his eyes. He turned his back, trying to hide it. "Sorry, I..I didn't want to cry in front of the others. It's so stupid."

Younghoon gently reached out, placing a hand on his back. "It's not stupid."

Chanhee let out a soft, frustrated sob, covering his mouth with his sleeve. "I thought I could hold it in. I told myself I'd be strong. I even joked about his head looking like a boiled egg.. why do I feel like this now?"

Younghoon didn't rush him. He just waited, letting Chanhee slowly crumble in the safety of his presence.

"I kept thinking," Chanhee murmured, eyes red and distant, "about how he's always been there. Every comeback, every rough day. He was the first one to message me when I had a bad vocal day. The first to say, 'Good job' after live stages. What am I supposed to do without that?"