Turns out I'm updating earlier, still didn't go to bed, don't think I will tonight😂
This will be the last request on this book. I will post some draft and with them I have 200 chapter. So tomorrow's requests will be on the second book of this series.
@parkeunji2121 here's your request
1300 words.
⚠️TW: Suicide attempt, emotional trauma, depressive thoughts, recovery
There were days when Seokmin couldn't tell if he was tired or just done. The difference was subtle, and lately, harder to detect.
The schedules were full as always—back-to-back rehearsals, vocal sessions, variety shoots. Their comeback was in its final preparation stages, and the studio had been buzzing with energy. Everyone else seemed to thrive in the chaos. But Seokmin felt like he was underwater, watching his members from behind glass.
No one noticed, of course. Why would they? He was DK. The sunshine. The laughter. The "healing voice."
He could smile with his eyes closed, cry while dancing, and no one would know. Not even the ones closest to him.
He hadn't told anyone how empty his chest felt lately. How hard it was to sing, how fake his laugh sounded in his own ears. It felt like a performance layered over a performance.
So when a new production staffer waved him over after rehearsal, he followed, hoping it was a simple reshoot or a feedback note.
Instead, they showed him a rough edit of a behind-the-scenes clip.
"Don't worry," the staffer said, smirking. "This is just internal. Not going out anywhere."
The clip was cruel.
Clips of Seokmin missing his mark on stage. Voice cracks. Close-up shots of him laughing too loudly while others flinched away in exaggerated mockery. Someone had edited in clown horns. Text overlays with fake fan comments like:
"DK's just there for comic relief lol."
"He tries too hard. Let Jeonghan or Woozi handle the serious parts."
"He's too much. Every. Damn. Time."
It was meant to be a joke.
But Seokmin wasn't laughing.
He nodded robotically and left the editing room before he could choke.
Down the hallway.
Past the dressing room.
To the stairwell.
Then he ran.
Seokmin wasn't sure how long he stood there, on the rooftop, staring out at the city like it held answers.
He was so tired.
Of feeling like the clown.
Of wondering if people laughed because they loved him or because he was just easy to laugh at.
Of the ache in his chest that wouldn't go away, even when the fans cheered.
He imagined what it would be like to step off the edge. Just one step. Not out of hatred or drama—just silence. Peace. A second of weightlessness before it all stopped.
His phone vibrated in his pocket.
Jun-hyung 💬
"Hey, where are you? You left your mic."
He didn't answer. He turned his phone off.
But someone had already noticed.
Jun had seen the way Seokmin left rehearsal—his body stiff, too quiet. Not like him. Not even close. The energy was wrong.
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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.
