K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Sunoo enhypen - epilepsy

I know this is a sunoo fic, but I love this picture of Han, the one above, he's so cute with the kitten 🥰🥰
Also how is Sunoo so cute, like cuteness overload 🥰😂

Sorry I got distracted 😅😅
@RobinIsbaee here's your request. Hope you like it.
1000 words.

The bass of the music pulsed like a second heartbeat in Sunoo's chest. The roar of the crowd surged, thousands of voices unified in joy, chanting their names beneath the dazzling lights. It was the MAMA stage—one of the biggest nights of the year—and they were at the heart of it, living the dream.

But for Sunoo, it was more complicated.

The lights.

There were so many. More than usual. Brilliant strobes cut through the darkness in chaotic rhythms, flashing faster than his eyes could keep up with. He blinked hard, pushing away the discomfort settling behind his eyes. The stage lights danced like firecrackers, and with every burst of white, his head throbbed.

"Just a few more minutes," he whispered under his breath, swallowing hard.

He knew this was dangerous. He had epilepsy, and flashing lights had always been a trigger. He'd learned to manage it, worked with their staff to avoid high-risk situations—but tonight, something had slipped through. The lights weren't in rehearsal. They were added last minute.

Sunoo had caught Heeseung's eye during the second chorus. The older boy's gaze lingered just long enough to ask, "Are you okay?"

Sunoo gave the smallest nod.

He wasn't.

But he could push through. For just a little longer.

The performance ended to explosive applause. The members bowed deeply, their chests heaving with exertion, sweat dripping from their foreheads. They smiled, basking in the success. Sunoo smiled too—forced, but convincing.

The moment they stepped off stage and the darkness of the backstage corridor embraced them, the world tilted.

"Sunoo?" Heeseung asked, just a second before Sunoo's knees gave out.

Heeseung caught him mid-fall, his arms wrapping around Sunoo's shaking form. "He's seizing!" he shouted, urgency slicing through the backstage chaos.

The rest of ENHYPEN froze for a heartbeat before springing into action.

Jungwon dropped to his knees beside them, helping Heeseung gently lower Sunoo to the ground. Ni-ki pushed back the crowd of staff, making space. Jay was already on his phone, calling emergency services with trembling fingers. Sunghoon and Jake crouched close, making sure Sunoo was safe and unobstructed.

Sunoo's body jerked uncontrollably, his limbs twitching, eyes rolled back. Heeseung stayed close, steadying his head with a folded jacket beneath it. His voice remained calm, even though his heart raced in his chest.

"It's okay, you're okay, Sunoo. We're right here."

None of them panicked. They'd been through this before. Sunoo had told them, trusted them. They all knew what to do.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The seizure didn't stop.

"Emergency meds," Jungwon said quickly, already opening Sunoo's bag. He handed the medication to Heeseung, who administered it carefully, trying not to let his shaking hands get in the way.

At the three-minute mark, the medication finally began to work. Sunoo's spasms slowed, his breathing turned shallow and shaky. His body went still.

Heeseung exhaled with trembling relief. "He's coming out of it."

A minute later, Sunoo blinked, disoriented and groggy. His eyelashes fluttered as he tried to focus on the blurry faces hovering over him.

"Heeseung...?"

"I'm here," Heeseung whispered, squeezing his hand. "You're okay. You're safe."

Sunoo's fingers tightened instinctively around Heeseung's.

The ambulance arrived moments later. Paramedics quickly assessed the situation, asked questions, checked vitals. Sunoo was half-conscious, barely responding, but his hand never let go of Heeseung's. And Heeseung never tried to pull away.

"We need to take him in for observation," one of the medics said.

"I'm going with him," Heeseung replied firmly.

The ride to the hospital was quiet, save for the low hum of the siren. Sunoo drifted in and out of awareness, sometimes whispering words that didn't make sense. Heeseung just kept holding his hand, brushing hair away from his damp forehead.

At the hospital, they were quick to settle Sunoo in a private room. The doctors reassured them that the seizure had been intense, but manageable, and that he just needed rest and monitoring. They'd be keeping him overnight.

Heeseung stayed by the bed. The rest of the members arrived an hour later, dressed down in hoodies and masks, silent and solemn.

"He's stable," Heeseung said quietly, standing as they all filed in.

Jay set a bag of essentials on the table. Jungwon brought warm tea. Sunghoon paced a little before settling in the chair near the foot of the bed. Ni-ki sat on the floor, hugging his knees. Jake's eyes were red, but he didn't say anything—just stood near the window, watching the city lights below.

"I should've said something sooner," Sunoo croaked, his voice hoarse.

Everyone turned to him. He was awake, pale and exhausted, but conscious.

"You don't have to apologize," Jungwon said.

Sunoo shook his head slowly. "I knew the lights would be bad. I felt it. I just... didn't want to ruin it for everyone."

"You didn't ruin anything," Jake said firmly. "You finished the stage. And now you're here, and that's what matters."

"We weren't even at the MAMA afterparty," Ni-ki mumbled.

"Good," Sunghoon muttered. "I'd rather be here."

Sunoo looked around at all of them—how tired they were, how worried—and felt tears prick his eyes. "You guys shouldn't have to deal with this."

"We get to deal with it," Heeseung said softly. "Because you trusted us. That means more than any award."

"We might hide stuff from fans," Jay added, "but not from each other. Never from each other."

The room fell quiet, filled with unspoken love, unbreakable loyalty. In the harsh white lights of the hospital, under the soft beeping of monitors, they weren't idols. They were just seven boys—brothers, really—who'd seen too much and held each other through it all.

Sunoo closed his eyes, feeling safer than he ever had. "Thank you."

They stayed the night, some curled on the couch, others on the floor. Heeseung never let go of his hand.

And when morning came, the first rays of sun filtering through the blinds, Sunoo woke to the sound of soft breathing and warm hands.

The world could wait.

Right now, he had his family.

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