K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Sunghoon enhypen - faking ?

Early update since I just got home, the journey home was so long 😭. But anyway, I plan of sleeping in, so early update.

@unknowunniehwrea your first request (the second is coming tomorrow).Hope you like it.
1300 words.

The stage glowed under the blue-and-gold lights as ENHYPEN launched into their final set. The encore energy was high — cheers rattling the stadium, fans screaming, hearts and banners raised to the sky. Sunghoon's blood was buzzing, but underneath the rush, his body was tiring. The week had been packed: rehearsals, soundchecks, press, and tonight — this one last performance to cap it all.

He was pushing himself hard.

Too hard.

When the chorus of Bite Me hit, Sunghoon went into his spin just like rehearsed — but something was off. His left foot landed on the edge of a stage panel that had shifted just slightly. Enough to twist. Enough to hurt.

His ankle gave a sharp pop, and a surge of heat and pain shot through his leg. For a second, he faltered.

But no one noticed.

He gritted his teeth and steadied himself. Don't fall. Don't ruin this. His muscle memory kicked in. Keep going. Keep smiling. Keep moving.

He forced himself through the final movements, adjusting his steps where he could. He hid the limp, ignored the swelling heat building in his foot, ignored the tremble that snuck into his leg. No one could know — not yet. He just had to get through the last minutes.

By the time the music ended, and they bowed to the screaming fans, he was soaked in sweat — not from effort, but from pain.

They filed offstage as staff swarmed with water bottles, towels, and post-show congratulations.

"You good?" Jake asked, handing him a towel.

"Yeah," Sunghoon replied automatically, barely making eye contact. "Just tired."

He walked slower than usual, just a beat behind. His left foot barely touched the ground, and each step felt like knives.

He was almost limping.

But he didn't want to make a scene. The fans were still out there. Cameras were still rolling somewhere.

In the waiting room, the guys flopped onto couches, half-laughing, buzzing with post-show adrenaline. Staff moved around them, fixing microphones, offering food, praising the performance.

Sunghoon remained standing at first, hovering near a chair.

Jay glanced up. "You okay, bro? You look like you ran a marathon."

"I'm fine," Sunghoon muttered, eyes tight.

Jungwon raised a brow. "You're seriously still in your shoes? We just finished a 90-minute set."

Sunghoon stiffened. His foot hurt. The pressure was unbearable now, like something was swelling inside the shoe, demanding to be freed. But taking it off in front of them? That would call attention. He wasn't ready for that yet.

Still, the pain was pulsing so hard it was making him dizzy.

"I'll take them off in a sec," he murmured.

"You being dramatic again?" Ni-ki joked. "You looked a little off during the last dance. Thought you were trying out a new style or something."

Sunghoon forced a tight smile.

Jay leaned back with a grin. "Hoonie always does this when he wants attention. 'Oh no, my leg!'"

They laughed lightly, thinking it was just Sunghoon being theatrical again. He had joked about phantom injuries before. Once he'd faked a limp after dance practice to get first dibs on the shower.