K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Bangchan skz - sick ?

@3racha_luvr here's your request hope you like it.
1000 words.

Bang Chan woke up that morning with a pounding head and a fire burning in his chest. The aches had started a couple days ago — subtle, ignorable — but now they wrapped around his body like chains. He sat up in bed slowly, already dizzy. Sweat clung to his shirt despite the morning chill.

"I don't have time for this," he muttered to himself.

He didn't. Deadlines loomed: the comeback stages, final track mixing, dance practices. He'd stayed up until 3 a.m. again working on lyrics for a unit song. Sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford. Illness? Not even an option.

Still, when he shuffled into the dorm kitchen, half-heartedly sipping a cup of tea, Jisung frowned at him.

"You look like death," he said, half-joking.

Chan attempted a smile. "Didn't sleep much."

"Again?"

"Got stuff to finish. You know how it is."

The conversation passed, just like every other time he'd brushed off his own pain for the sake of the team. He'd done it for years — training, debut, world tours. Being the leader meant being unshakable. The others leaned on him. He didn't get to lean back.

Later that day, during choreography review, the sweat pouring off him wasn't just from exertion. He was burning up. His vision kept doubling, his limbs uncoordinated. Still, he danced. He always danced.

"I think I might be coming down with something," he said quietly, after practice.

Silence.

Then a snort from Han. "You? Sick? Yeah right."

"You've literally never even had a cold," Hyunjin added, grinning.

Lee Know waved him off. "Take some vitamins and rest a bit. You'll be fine."

Chan nodded. Maybe they were right. Maybe it was just exhaustion. But something deep inside told him it was more.

By the third day, he could barely stand. He hadn't eaten properly. Every breath was shallow, painful. And still, he dragged himself to the studio, to practice, to meetings. Because Bang Chan didn't quit. He couldn't.

It wasn't until the fourth run-through of the choreography that it happened.

He staggered, one step behind, a second too late, then dropped to his knees. The room spun, then everything went black.

"Chan-hyung!"

Seungmin was the first to reach him, followed closely by Changbin and Felix.

"Hyung—hey! Wake up!"

His skin was clammy, his forehead blazing with heat.

"Call an ambulance!" Minho shouted to a staff member, panic overtaking his usually stoic face.

Jisung stood frozen, eyes wide. "He wasn't faking..."

They watched helplessly as EMTs arrived and hoisted their leader onto a stretcher. Oxygen was administered, and IV fluids soon followed.

At the ER

"His fever's dangerously high — 40 °C (104 °F)," the nurse reported. "He's dehydrated, and likely suffering from flu-related complications. We'll monitor him closely."

The words rang in their ears.

Bang Chan — their indestructible, always-smiling, always-caring hyung — had hit his limit. And none of them had believed him.

They waited in silence in the hospital corridor. The kind of silence that screamed guilt.

"We didn't listen," Felix whispered, eyes glistening. "He said he wasn't feeling well."

"I laughed," Jisung said, voice hollow. "I laughed."

Changbin ran his hands through his hair, pacing. "He's always there when we need him. How did we not see this coming?"

Hyunjin's voice cracked. "Because we rely on him too much. We expect him to always be okay."

Minho sat down hard, shoulders slumped. "That's on us."

When Chan opened his eyes, the room was dim, but quiet. He could barely move. An oxygen tube tickled his nose, and IVs pulled gently at his arm. But the weight pressing down on his chest wasn't physical.

He hadn't meant to pass out. He just thought he could push through it like he always did. The last thing he remembered was the look of shock on Seungmin's face as he fell.

Then he heard it. The sound of a sniffle.

"Hyung?"

Felix's voice, small and uncertain.

Chan turned his head slightly to see all of them there. His members. His family. Red-rimmed eyes, silent tears, blankets and snacks haphazardly packed into a corner.

"We're so sorry," Hyunjin said softly, stepping forward. "You said you weren't feeling well, and we... we brushed it off."

"We didn't want to believe you could get sick," Jisung added, wiping his eyes. "That was stupid."

"We let you down," Minho admitted. "You've always carried us. And when you needed us, we laughed."

A tear slipped down Chan's cheek.

"You didn't let me down," he whispered. "I just... I didn't want to be a burden."

"You're never a burden," Changbin said firmly, walking over to grip his hand. "You could never be."

Seungmin placed a fresh bottle of water on the table and adjusted the blanket over him. "You've taken care of us for years. Now it's our turn."

Over the next week, the members took their new mission seriously.

Minho cooked every meal himself — plain rice porridge, ginger tea, all of Chan's favorites. Felix set alarms for his meds. Han brought his laptop to the bedroom so Chan wouldn't feel isolated. Hyunjin quietly placed heat packs around him when the chills came.

And at night, someone always stayed with him. Just in case.

At first, Chan protested. "Guys, I can manage..."

"Nope," said Seungmin, not even looking up from his book. "You're not even allowed to think about working until you can walk without swaying."

"You don't have to...."

"Hyung," Felix interrupted gently. "Let us do this for you. Please."

Chan closed his eyes.

For the first time in a long time, he let go. Not completely — he still worried, still wondered if he was holding them back — but piece by piece, he allowed them in.

And in those quiet moments — between sips of tea and soft conversations — he realized something.

He wasn't just their leader.

He was their brother.

And they loved him just as fiercely as he loved them.

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