K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

IN skz - sick

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900 words.

The dorm lights were dimmed, the windows drawn shut against the biting chill of the wind outside. But inside, the warmth didn't come from the heater—it came from the quiet, constant presence of eight boys wrapped around one of their own.

Jeongin had fallen sick fast. The day before, he'd been a little quieter than usual, blinking more slowly, pulling his hoodie tighter around himself. No one thought much of it at first—until midnight, when the sound of retching pulled Chan out of bed and rushing to the bathroom, heart in his throat.

The youngest was on his knees, trembling, eyes watery and cheeks flushed. Chan didn't hesitate. He held his hair back with one hand, rubbed gentle circles on his back with the other, whispering, "It's okay, Innie. I've got you."

That was the start of a long night.

By morning, Jeongin was wrapped up on the couch, feverish and exhausted, his voice barely a whisper. He couldn't eat. Couldn't drink much either. Every time he moved, he whimpered from the pounding headache and the waves of nausea.

But he wasn't alone.

Minho was the first to take charge. He rarely showed his softer side, but with Jeongin like this, it was like something in him shifted. He moved around quietly, preparing a cold compress, changing it every 20 minutes, brushing Jeongin's hair back like he had all the time in the world. Every now and then, when the maknae whimpered or flinched in his sleep, Minho's hand would automatically find his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Hyung," Jeongin murmured, eyes still closed.

"Hmm?"

"You're warm..."

A small smile tugged at Minho's lips. "You're the one with the fever, genius."

Still, he didn't move his hand.

Han brought in his own pillow and laid it beside Jeongin on the couch, crawling in close. "You need sleep, and you always sleep better when someone's with you," he said matter-of-factly.

Jeongin, eyes bleary, shifted until his head was tucked under Han's chin, snuggling close. "You smell like fabric softener."

Han chuckled, arms gently looping around him. "Yeah, well, I did your laundry last week."

"I love you, Hyung..."

Han blinked. "Love you too, Innie."

Seungmin took on the hydration patrol. He kept track of how often Jeongin sipped water, brought tiny bits of apple juice in a straw cup ("like a kid," he teased), and fussed when Jeongin didn't finish even half. "You're not going to win this, I.N. I'll annoy you until you drink."

When Jeongin pouted and turned away, Seungmin sighed dramatically, then tapped his own cheek. "I'll trade you a sip for a cuddle."

Jeongin perked up just a little. "Promise?"

"Promise."

The sip was small, but the cuddle lasted an hour.

Changbin tried to cook rice porridge, even though he wasn't exactly a kitchen master. It didn't taste amazing—but Jeongin tried a few bites, especially after Changbin made airplane noises with the spoon.

"Hyung," Jeongin whispered afterward, barely holding in a sleepy smile. "You're so embarrassing..."

"Yeah, but you smiled," Changbin replied, triumphant.

Felix was the quiet support. He brought fresh socks, a heated blanket, and softly read out loud from a book while Jeongin dozed off and on. His voice was like honey, calm and grounding. And when Jeongin had a nightmare—eyes flying open, face scrunched in discomfort—Felix was there, pulling him into a hug, letting Jeongin bury his face into his chest.

"You're safe," Felix murmured, rubbing his back slowly. "We've got you."

Hyunjin was the most dramatic about it—but only because he hated seeing his baby brother hurt. He paced the dorm half the day, venting to anyone who would listen about how unfair it was that Jeongin got sick, how they should've caught it sooner, how maybe he needed to be wrapped in bubble wrap forever.

But when he sat beside the couch and noticed Jeongin's hand blindly reaching, Hyunjin instantly scooted in and let the younger boy curl against him like a kitten.

"You need anything?" Hyunjin whispered, brushing Jeongin's cheek with the back of his hand.

"Just stay..."

So he stayed.

Chan never strayed too far. He was checking symptoms, keeping a quiet log of Jeongin's temperature. But he always came back to the couch, crouching next to it, fingers brushing through Jeongin's hair.

"Proud of you, you know?" he whispered when the others weren't listening. "You're strong."

"Don't feel strong," Jeongin muttered weakly.

"You don't have to feel it. You just are."

Later that night, as the fever started to break, Jeongin was curled up like a sleepy cat in the middle of the living room, surrounded by all his hyungs. Minho had his head on one side, Han and Seungmin were tucked around him, Changbin had thrown a blanket over all of them. Felix's hand rested on his knee, Hyunjin's hoodie was draped over his body like a second blanket, and Chan sat right behind the couch, head resting back, eyes closed but always listening.

Jeongin blinked slowly, his voice barely audible. "Hyung..."

All of them looked.

"Thank you..."

Minho smiled. "Get better first, then thank us."

Jeongin reached out with one hand, blindly grabbing whoever was closest—it happened to be Hyunjin's. He clutched it to his chest and mumbled, "Don't leave..."

"We're not going anywhere," Chan said softly. "Sleep, baby. We're right here."

And Jeongin, safe, warm, and finally starting to feel just a little better, drifted off surrounded by his family.

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