K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Sunghoon enhypen - airport

@unknowunnie here's your other request. Hope you like it.
900 words.

Backstage buzzed with the electric energy that always followed a good show. The final performance of the night had just ended, and the boys were still riding the high. Sweat clung to their skin, hair tousled, breath still short. The dressing room was a mix of exhausted laughter, water bottles, and half-unzipped stage outfits.

Jake tossed a towel at Sunghoon, who caught it with a smirk.

"You missed that final beat drop by half a second," Jake teased.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. "Yeah? You almost fell off the stage tripping over your own feet."

"Oh, so now we're throwing hands?" Jake lunged dramatically, arms flailing.

Sunghoon laughed and dodged, bumping into him in return. It turned into a playful scuffle — not uncommon for the two. A shove here, a light push there. Until Jake backed up too quickly, and Sunghoon tried to catch him while still half-laughing.

Something twisted — a wrong pull, a jerk too sudden.

Pain exploded in Sunghoon's shoulder. He staggered back, grabbing at it with a sharp hiss.

"Whoa..wait, wait...Sunghoon, you good?" Jake's smile dropped instantly.

The room fell quiet. Heeseung stood up from the couch, concern flashing in his eyes. Jungwon was already walking over, brows drawn together.

"I think... something's wrong," Sunghoon mumbled, teeth clenched.

Within minutes, staff were bringing ice, and the company doctor on call was examining him. The verdict: shoulder dislocation — not severe enough for emergency surgery, but bad enough that he needed to rest it completely for a few weeks. A sling was fastened carefully around his neck, and painkillers dulled the sharp edges of the injury.

Jake hovered guiltily nearby.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean.."

"Jake," Sunghoon interrupted, managing a tired smile. "It's not your fault. I was just as dumb."

"You shouldn't've been trying to catch me like that," Jake muttered.

"Guess I'm just too heroic."

"Or too dramatic."

They laughed, even if it hurt a little.

The next morning came too soon. Their flight couldn't be delayed, and Sunghoon insisted he could manage. The other members didn't argue, but they made sure not a single thing touched his shoulder. Ni-ki even took over holding both of their carry-ons without being asked.

As they stepped into the airport, the usual chaos greeted them — fans, reporters, flashbulbs, shouting voices. But something felt different. Harsher. There were too many people too close, and the staff couldn't form a tight enough circle.

Sunghoon kept his head down, mask and sunglasses on, his arm carefully held in the sling. Heeseung walked beside him on one side, Jake on the other — unusually quiet. Jay was just behind them, scanning the crowd with narrowed eyes.

The voices started.

"Why is he even here?"

"Is that fake? Just for attention?"

"What, he wants pity now?"

A loud voice from somewhere to the right: "If you're that weak, stay home!"

Someone moved forward — too fast, too close. There was a push.

Sunghoon didn't see it coming. One second he was stepping forward, the next, someone jostled him hard from behind. He tried to catch himself but couldn't throw out his arm. His balance broke.

He hit the ground, hard.

Pain lit up his shoulder like fire. He couldn't even speak — the breath was knocked from him.

"SUNGHOO—" Jake's voice cracked, and he was already kneeling next to him, hands shaking as he reached toward him but didn't dare touch the shoulder.

Jay was the next to move. His mask was off in a second, his glare deadly.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped, rounding on the crowd. "Do you think this is a joke? This isn't a photo op! He's hurt, and you're pushing him for a better picture?"

The crowd quieted for a second — then cameras flashed even faster.

Jay stepped forward, blocking their view, fury boiling just under the surface. "This is not love. This is harassment. You want to pretend you're fans? Then act like it. Or stay away."

Heeseung and Ni-ki helped Sunghoon up gently. Jake hovered close, heart pounding, fists clenched.

Jungwon spoke softly, signaling their staff to clear the path.

And when Sunghoon finally stood again, wincing and biting back pain, he didn't say anything.

He didn't need to.

The others were speaking for him now.

On the plane, things were quieter. The adrenaline was gone. Jake sat next to Sunghoon, silent but stiff with tension.

"I really thought I had you," Sunghoon said finally, breaking the silence.

Jake turned, startled. "What?"

"Backstage. I thought I'd catch you before you fell. Guess I shouldn't play superhero when I'm tired."

Jake swallowed hard. "You still tried. That's more than anyone out there did today."

Sunghoon looked away. "I didn't expect that. From them."

"I did," Jay said from across the aisle. His voice was calm now, low. "That's why we don't play with people like that. We protect each other."

They all nodded. Silent agreement. A quiet vow.

Later That Night in the hotel, Sunghoon lay on the bed, sling off, arm carefully propped up. The lights were dim, and the boys were all in the room — talking, snacking, watching something on the TV they weren't really paying attention to.

Jake walked over and dropped a warm pack on the nightstand.

"Still mad at me?"

"I never was."

Jay looked up. "But if you ever wrestle a guy with a dislocated shoulder again, I will personally throw both of you into a lake."

Sunghoon laughed — really laughed — and the others followed.

He knew it would take a while to forget the sting of those words at the airport. The shove. The fall. But this — the warmth of his members, their unwavering protection — this was what mattered more.

They had him.

And he had them.

Always.

What do you think ? I feel I kind of rushed it 😅

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