@Nimiki99 here's your request. Hope you like it.
I think this is the longest chapter I made.
2100 words.
Dino didn't remember what the fight was even about. Maybe it started with practice. Maybe it was the stress. The exhaustion. The feeling of always being the youngest — expected to keep up, stay respectful, never crack. It built up like pressure in a sealed bottle.
"You never listen!" he shouted.
"You think we don't have pressure too?" Mingyu shot back, his voice sharp.
"Stop acting like a kid, Chan," someone muttered.
And that was it. That was the match.
He'd grabbed his jacket and slammed the door behind him before anyone could stop him. No one followed. No one called out.
The cold Seoul night hit his face like a slap. He walked fast, faster than his thoughts, earbuds in, music off. His hands trembled — not from the cold, but from adrenaline. From hurt.
The city lights blurred as he passed under flickering street lamps. He wasn't going anywhere in particular. Just away.
Away from the disappointment in Seungcheol's eyes.
Away from the sting in Jeonghan's silence.
Away from the guilt already rising in his chest.
What he didn't notice was the pair of eyes that had followed. Someone who'd been waiting. Watching.
~~~
The street was empty. Quiet. Too quiet.
Chan barely had time to react.
A van screeched to a halt behind him — door flung open — and a blur of movement exploded from the shadows. The cloth over his mouth smelled like chemicals. The world spun violently.
Then blackness.
~~~
Back at the dorm, the tension lingered like smoke.
"He'll cool down," Seungkwan said, pacing. "He's done this before. Right?"
But no one agreed. Because Chan had never turned off his phone. Never missed check-in. Never left without at least texting Woozi.
Jihoon stared down at his screen, unread messages stacking up. He typed and deleted the same sentence again and again:
"Chan, please come back."
By midnight, the dorm was silent.
Jeonghan sat in the dark, head in his hands.
Seungcheol was on the balcony, red-eyed, calling the manager again.
"This isn't normal. Something's wrong."
They all knew it.
~~~
Chan awoke to metal.
A metal chair. Metal chains. A tiny room with a single lightbulb swinging above him. His arms were tied. Ankles too. A camera blinked red in the corner.
He was still wearing his hoodie — someone had zipped it up for him.
"Hello, my love."
The voice was distorted through a speaker.
"Do you know how long I've waited? How much I've suffered? I watched them treat you like nothing. I saw how tired you looked. How sad."
Footsteps echoed behind the wall. A shadow moved behind a one-way mirror.
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K-pop sickfics/hurtfics
Fanfiction** requests are close** Some K-pop sick/hurtfics/littlespace about my favorite K-pop group. I take request. This story is considered a mature because some chapter could be triggering for people, but there is and will be no smut in this book.
