K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Jaehyun boynextdoor - opening up

@Felixdeepend here's your request. I don't think it was exactly what you wanted but still hope tou enjoy.
800 words.

The dorm was bathed in soft lamplight, the kind that made everyone look a little softer, more human. The floor was scattered with snack wrappers, two empty pizza boxes, and half-drunk soda bottles tipped sideways. A random music playlist hummed low in the background as BOYNEXTDOOR sprawled across cushions and blankets, their laughter fading into the quiet hours of the night.

Woonhak sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes bright with mischief. "Okay! Phones down, brains on. We're doing something different tonight."

"Another Woonhak game?" Riwoo raised an eyebrow.

"Not a game," Woonhak said dramatically, lifting an empty soda bottle and placing it in the center. "A test of brotherhood. We're playing Truth or Truth."

"No dares?" Leehan asked, a bit surprised.

"Nah. Just truths. If you're in, you answer. No dodging, no 'pass.'"

"I'm in," Taesan said first, adjusting his hoodie and settling in.

One by one, they nodded, forming a loose circle.

Sungho spun the bottle first. It pointed to Riwoo.

"Easy one," Sungho said. "What was the last thing you cried over?"

Riwoo blinked. "We're starting there?"

"It's Truth or Truth."

Riwoo rolled his eyes, then smiled a little. "Alright. It was... the night before our debut. Not like, sobbing, but I cried. I was scared. I didn't know if anyone would care. If we'd make it."

The room was still. Then Woonhak grinned and tossed a pillow at him.

"Bro, same. You should've seen Taesan's face that night."

Taesan laughed, shaking his head. "Don't drag me in. I was crying for aesthetic reasons."

More laughter.

Next spin: Leehan.

"Who was your first idol crush?" Woonhak asked.

Leehan leaned back, sighing dramatically. "Easy. Taeyeon sunbaenim."

"Classic," Jaehyun nodded in approval.

"Respect," Riwoo added.

The game continued, shifting between funny and thoughtful.

"Taesan, when was the last time you thought about quitting?"

He hesitated, then said, "There was a day during pre-debut practice. I'd messed up the choreo three times, and the producer kind of... stared at me like I was wasting everyone's time. I went to the bathroom and sat there for like twenty minutes wondering if I was cut out for this."

"But you're still here," Leehan said.

"Yeah," Taesan replied. "That matters."

Then it was Jaehyun's turn.

The bottle spun, the plastic clinking softly as it slowed. The cap pointed toward him, and the room instinctively went quiet.

Sungho didn't hesitate. "Jaehyun... why did you leave YG?"

A beat. Jaehyun didn't flinch, but the change in his eyes was obvious—he wasn't expecting that truth.

He exhaled slowly. "I haven't really talked about it. Not fully."

The other members shifted a little, giving him space without stepping away.

"I trained there for years," he began. "At first, it felt like everything I ever wanted. Big stages. Big names. But after a while... I started to feel like I was disappearing."

They listened, quiet and intent.

"I didn't look like the other trainees. I wasn't as loud. I didn't have that edge they wanted. I kept being told I needed to 'change' to fit in better. Be flashier. Tougher. But every time I tried, I felt like I was losing myself."

He paused, gaze low but steady.

"There were days I'd practice until my knees ached, hoping someone would notice. But nothing changed. I felt stuck—like no matter how hard I worked, I wasn't enough for them. So I left. It wasn't a dramatic exit, just... me walking away before I lost myself completely."

He looked up, eyes searching theirs.

"I wondered for a long time if that meant I'd failed. But then KOZ gave me another shot. You guys gave me this second chance."

A silence hung there—not heavy, but full of emotion.

Woonhak reached over and gave him a light punch to the arm. "We're glad you walked away, hyung. Otherwise we'd be short one Jaehyun."

"Your voice, your vibe—it fits us," Taesan added, sincere.

Jaehyun's shoulders loosened slightly, like he'd been carrying that weight a long time.

The bottle spun again, and the game resumed, lighter now but more honest.

"Sungho, what's something you've never told your parents?"

Sungho hesitated. "That I doubted myself every day during trainee life. I always told them I was fine, that I believed in myself. But I didn't. Not until you guys started believing in me first."

"Woonhak," Leehan smirked, "Which member annoys you the most during practice?"

Woonhak groaned. "Honestly? Riwoo. Not because he's bad—but because he's too good and I feel like I'm trying to catch up the whole time!"

"Fair," Riwoo nodded, proudly.

The game carried on until the early hours, full of laughter, old wounds, and new understanding. That night wasn't about exposing anyone—it was about revealing the pieces they'd all been carrying silently.

Jaehyun lay in bed later, staring at the ceiling. For the first time, his past didn't feel like a shadow. It felt like something he'd overcome. And with the way his members looked at him after he shared—no pity, no judgment—he knew:

He was home.

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