Sorry for the late post, I was at a festival last night, and sleep was needed this morning 😅😂
@fiiiis here's your request. Hope you like it.
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The atmosphere in the dorm had shifted. What was once filled with laughter, teasing, and the warm chaos of eight brothers had turned stiff and uncomfortable.
It all started with the disappearance of something seemingly small: a customized necklace gifted to the group by a longtime fan. The pendant carried a tiny engraving of "8 Makes 1 Team"—a motto they held close to their hearts. No one could remember who had it last... except that Hongjoong had been the last one seen in the studio that night.
No accusations were made at first. But subtle glances, whispered conversations behind closed doors, and the cold distance began to speak louder than words.
Hongjoong noticed.
He always noticed.
He caught the way Seonghwa stopped meeting his eyes when they talked. How Yeosang had grown oddly quiet around him. Even Wooyoung, who always bounced off his energy, seemed hesitant to joke around like before.
He tried to shake it off—maybe it was just his imagination. Maybe everyone was tired from the tight schedule. But one night, it all spilled over.
"We looked everywhere, hyung," Jongho said, standing in the middle of the living room as everyone gathered. "And you were the last one with it."
Hongjoong blinked slowly. "So you think I took it?"
"No one's saying that," San cut in, though his voice lacked conviction. "We just... we want to understand what happened."
"I didn't take anything," Hongjoong said firmly, standing up. "Why would I steal from my own team? From all of you?"
Silence.
It was deafening.
Something inside him cracked.
"I see," he muttered. "So that's how it is."
He didn't yell. He didn't argue.
He just grabbed his coat and walked out the door.
Outside, the cold wind hit him instantly, but it didn't stop him. His steps were slow at first, then quicker, fueled by a rush of hurt and betrayal. He didn't even know where he was going. He just needed to breathe—needed space.
The streets were quiet. Neon lights blurred through the tears he refused to let fall. He turned corners aimlessly, passing strangers who didn't look twice at the young man trying to hold himself together.
"I always took care of them," he whispered to himself. "I always put them first."
And now? Now they thought he was a liar. A thief.
He ended up near an old alleyway, tucked between a convenience store and a laundry shop. It was quiet there. Too quiet.
That's when he heard footsteps behind him.
The footsteps behind him were quick but measured, echoing slightly against the narrow alley walls. Hongjoong turned instinctively, brows furrowed, but before he could react—
A sharp, blinding pain exploded through his side.
He stumbled backward, gasping. His hands flew to his stomach, warm and wet. The stranger—hood up, face hidden—muttered something under his breath and darted off into the shadows, leaving Hongjoong alone and bleeding.
His knees buckled.
He collapsed against the cold wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the concrete. The world spun around him. His breath came in shallow gasps. His coat was soaking with blood. The dim light from a flickering streetlamp cast long, eerie shadows across the alley, but there was no one there to help.
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K-pop sickfics/hurtfics
Fanfiction** requests are close** Some K-pop sick/hurtfics/littlespace about my favorite K-pop group. I take request. This story is considered a mature because some chapter could be triggering for people, but there is and will be no smut in this book.
