Zerobaseone Sickfics [REQUESTS CLOSED]

《 Zb1 : Great Cold Epidemic 》

Written on: 25.10.2025
Words: 1515
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It all started on a chilly Monday night.
The practice room lights were still on at 1 a.m. The mirrors reflected the tired silhouettes of Zerobaseone, bodies moving slower, breaths heavier. But one member, the youngest — Han Yujin — was still pushing through the choreography with fierce determination.

"Yujin-ah, that’s enough. We've already practiced this five times." Hanbin’s voice broke through the music.

"I can do it once more, hyung. I messed up during the last run." Yujin panted, sweat beading on his forehead. Gunwook, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a towel over his head, looked up. “Bro, you didn’t mess up, you slipped. The floor’s like ice.”

"Still…" Yujin rubbed the back of his neck, eyes stubborn. Hao, who had been reviewing the video playback, clicked pause and turned to the youngest. "You’ve done more than enough today."

Yujin nodded reluctantly, but even as he left, his shoulders sagged with exhaustion. By midnight, All members returned to their respective dorms, tired from practice. Taerae, Gunwook and Yujin entered their dorm. They immediately went to their rooms. Yujin felt his throat scratchy.

NEXT MORNING

Dorm 1: Taerae, Gunwook and Yujin

The dorm was unusually quiet.
Taerae was the first to notice something was off. He was halfway through making instant noodles when he heard a faint, muffled cough from Yujin’s room.

"Yujin-ah? You awake? "Taerae knocked gently. A sleepy, congested voice answered, "Hyung… my head hurts. " Taerae pushed the door open to find Yujin buried under blankets, cheeks flushed pink and nose red. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
"Oh no… you’ve got a cold, don’t you?" Yujin sniffled before answering. "Maybe… I feel dizzy. " Taerae sighed softly and sat on the bed’s edge. " That’s what happens when you overwork, dummy. "

"Sorry.."  Yujin murmured, his voice small.
Gunwook soon appeared at the door holding a water bottle. " What’s wrong with him? "

"Cold. Fever too, maybe." Taerae said simply. Gunwook frowned, placing a hand on Yujin’s forehead. "He’s burning up! Hyung, we need to get medicine."

"I’ll run down to the store. You stay here with him. Make sure he drinks water." Taerae said, grabbing his hoodie. Gunwook, who took his seat beside yujin, dabbing a wet cloth on his forehead, replied "Got it."
As Taerae left, Gunwook tucked Yujin’s blanket up to his chin and muttered, "You’re lucky I care about you, you know that? " Yujin gave a sleepy smile. "Thanks, Gunwook-hyung. "

By Friday, the maknae dorm was a war zone.

Used tissues littered the floor, half-empty water bottles sat everywhere, and the faint hum of a humidifier filled the air. Yujin was sitting on the couch, sniffling. Beside him, Gunwook was bundled in a blanket, sniffling, rubbing his nose. Taerae, who had valiantly played nurse for both of them, sat on the couch sneezing for the fifth time in ten minutes. "Achoo! …This is karma. " He groaned, grabbing another tissue.
" Told you to wear a mask. " Yujin teased weakly. " Says the one who coughed in my face while sleeping! " Taerae shot back.
Gunwook mumbled from under his blanket, " Can someone turn off the heater? I’m roasting."

" No, keep it on! I’m freezing! " Yujin protested immediately." I swear-" Taerae started, but his voice broke into another sneeze fit.

The maknae dorm had officially fallen.