K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Youngjae TWS - deaf/epilespsy

@KimYooRim26 here's your request. Hope you like it. Honestly it's not my best work.
It's a bit shorter than the last chapters.
800 words.

Youngjae didn't tell anyone how bad it was getting.

He smiled in front of cameras, sang through rehearsals, and told the staff he was fine. The headaches, the anxiety, the static in his ears—just part of the job. Everyone was tired. Everyone pushed through.

But the truth was heavier.

The stares had started two weeks ago—quiet, mocking looks from the VEN0M boys during a shared music show appearance. Then the whispers. The snickering. At first, he thought he was imagining it.

But then the leader, a tall guy with too-white teeth and eyes that always seemed to size people up like prey, cornered him in the hallway.

"Didn't know you were defective," he said with a sneer, tapping his own ear like a joke. "What, you short-circuit on stage too?"

Youngjae had laughed. Pretended to laugh, at least. It was easier than explaining. Easier than letting the shame settle in his chest like it always did.

That night, he barely slept. He laid in bed staring at the ceiling of the dorm room, counting the seconds between heartbeats. Dohoon was asleep on the bunk above, soft breathing steady and safe.

Youngjae turned over, pressing his hands against his ears, even though there was no real silence anymore. There hadn't been since the surgery.

He should feel grateful. Most people born deaf never got the chance to hear. And he did. He could hear. The laughter of his members. The crowd's roar after a stage. The chords of a piano vibrating through his soul.

But that gift came with other things. Sounds that made his skin crawl. Noise he couldn't filter. Lights that sometimes triggered the episodes. The unpredictability of it all.

He was scared. All the time. But he didn't want them to know.

It happened after a long rehearsal. Comeback prep. The choreo was harder than usual, and Youngjae could feel his body lagging. Head pounding. The air around him was too thick, too loud.

He stepped outside alone after practice while the others stayed back for a quick meeting. The alley behind the building was dark and cool, a welcome break from the brightness inside.

That's when they appeared.

VENOM. All five of them.

He didn't have time to move. Just a second of confusion, and then they were all around him—blocking his path like wolves.

"What's wrong, can't hear us?"
"Careful, we might flash our phones too fast, wouldn't want you to start twitching."
"Wait..should we call your mommy?"

Laughter, cruel and echoing.

Youngjae's stomach turned. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might rip through his chest. He took a shaky step back, but the world tilted. The lights from the building flickered through the alley—and that was all it took.

He felt the warning signs too late.

The sudden drop in his stomach. A strange buzzing in his ears. A tightening in his chest.

No. Not now.

He opened his mouth to cry for help—his members were just inside. They'll come, they'll come..

And then the ground came rushing up to meet him.

The seizure came like a storm.

He couldn't control his limbs. Couldn't breathe right. Couldn't scream. He was aware, somehow—just enough to hear them laughing. To know they weren't helping. They were filming.

He felt everything.

The burn of the pavement against his skin. His body betraying him. His brain on fire.

And worst of all—the panic.

He was alone.

He was away from his members.

They couldn't see him. They couldn't stop it. They couldn't make it okay.

A small, buried thought pierced through the static: I hope they don't find me like this.

But they did.

Dohoon's voice. Loud, broken, furious.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

Then arms around him. Strong, steady. Holding his head. Shielding him from the world. He couldn't move, but he felt it—the tremble in Dohoon's voice, the rage in the others. The safety.

He wasn't alone anymore.

Later, at the hospital Youngjae woke up to quiet. Real quiet. His implants had been removed for safety during the seizure, so for the first time in years, there was no sound.

Just Dohoon's hand in his.

When his eyes fluttered open, the first thing he saw was that hand—calloused, trembling just slightly.

Dohoon noticed, and his eyes filled with relief so intense it almost hurt to see.

"You're okay," he mouthed, knowing Youngjae couldn't hear.

Youngjae just stared at him. Then the tears came.

Not from pain. Not even from fear. But from shame.

"I didn't want you to see that," Youngjae signed with trembling fingers.

Dohoon reached out, covering his hands with his own. He shook his head.

"You're not broken."

Youngjae looked away, tears sliding down his cheeks.

Dohoon touched his face gently. Then signed something with careful fingers, eyes locked with his:

"You're still standing. That's all that matters."

Thanks for reading. If you have a story in mind don't hesitate. I take requests.