Jisoo, Jennie, Rosé, Lisa, and Irene were anxiously waiting outside the infirmary, their nerves frayed. Irene paced back and forth, Jisoo's palms were clammy, Jennie bit her lip nervously, Lisa checked the clock every minute, and Rosé's mind was clouded with worry. They had been waiting for any news about your condition ever since the accident three hours ago. Irene had immediately informed your boss and bandmates, who quickly released a statement about the incident. The news spread like wildfire, with speculation about the cause, most notably the dating scandal between Rosé and Jungkook. The hashtag #GetWellSoonY/N trended worldwide, with over 12.2 million uses in less than an hour.
Rosé's sobs echoed in the hall as she gripped her hair tightly, her body wracked with guilt. Jennie, sitting beside her, tried to comfort the younger girl despite the storm of emotions. She was still that chipmunk Jennie had met when she was 16. Jennie pulled Rosé close, her own heart heavy with concern for both of them.
"If you thought about your decisions, maybe Y/N wouldn't be in this state," Irene suddenly said, her voice sharp as she glared at Rosé. The air was thick with tension. Irene was both furious and deeply worried. She had always loved Rosé like a sister, but the blonde's actions had ignited something inside her.
"I-I'm sorry—" Rosé started, but Irene cut her off.
"Are you really sorry, Rosé?! Are you really fucking sorry?!" Irene raged, her voice cracking as she continued, "Ever since you and that bastard Jungkook started dating, all we've heard from you is 'sorry'—and it's not enough. This is messed up, seriously!" Irene's fury spilled over, and she grabbed Rosé by the shoulders, shaking her roughly. But the sight of Rosé's broken expression only made Irene's heart ache.
"You ruined her, Rosé. You ruined my sister!" Irene cried, her voice breaking.
Lisa stepped in, gently pulling Irene away from Rosé, her expression serious but calm. "No one needs to yell or point fingers right now. Y/N wouldn't want this," Lisa said, her voice soft but firm. She gently held Irene as the older woman began to break down in her arms.
After a few moments, the doctor arrived, flanked by nurses.
"Family of Ms. Bae Y/N?" The doctor asked, looking up at the group. Irene rushed toward him, her voice trembling with urgency.
"That's us. How is she? How is my sister?" Irene demanded.
The doctor cleared his throat before speaking in a somber tone. "We managed to stop the bleeding, and we've found a pulse, but it's weak. She lost a significant amount of blood, and her condition is critical. It's uncertain if she will make it, but we're doing everything we can."
Rosé's legs buckled under the weight of the news, and Irene collapsed into the arms of her friends, but they kept her standing, providing all the strength they could. The weight of the doctor's words hung heavy in the air.
"Please, you have to save her. Please, doctor. Don't give up on her," Irene pleaded desperately, gripping the doctor's sleeve.
"We won't give up, Ms. Bae," the doctor assured her, giving a small, reassuring nod. "We'll do our best."
Lisa's voice was quiet but full of hope as she asked, "Can we see her?"
The doctor nodded. "Of course. Follow me."
They walked down a long hallway, passing other rooms filled with patients in varying states of condition, some worse than yours. Finally, they arrived at Room 548.
"This is Ms. Bae's room," the doctor said. "You can enter one by one or in pairs. Speak to her; she can hear you."
"Irene unnie, and Lis, you two should go first," Jennie said, her voice shaking. She gently sat Rosé down in a nearby chair before nodding for Irene and Lisa to go ahead.
Irene entered the room first, with Lisa following close behind. Her eyes stung as she took in the sight of you—your body covered in wires, a bloodied bandage around your stomach, and your breath shallow and slow.
"I-Y/N... dongsaeng..." Irene whispered, sitting down beside your bed. She took your hand, her tears falling freely. "You're the mini-version of me, Y/N. So beautiful. Please wake up. Unnie misses you."
Lisa stood behind her, her own tears streaming down her face. "Y/N unnie, please wake up. Your pabo misses you so much. We'll do everything you want. I'll let you call me pabo as much as you want—just please, wake up."
After a while, they reluctantly left the room, making way for Jisoo and Jennie.
Jisoo stood silently as she looked at you, her heart breaking. "Y/N-ah..." she whispered, hoping to hear your voice. But there was nothing. Jennie, already in tears, gently placed her hand on your forehead. "Y/N, your unnies and maknae need you to wake up. We need you, please don't give up. You're a fighter, remember? You've always survived. We'll cook again, even if you burn it. We'll do it until you perfect it."
Jisoo kissed your forehead, and Jennie followed suit. They looked at you one last time before telling Rosé it was her turn.
Rosé stood frozen at the door, her heart racing. She had never seen you like this, and she didn't know how to handle it. Slowly, she approached you and sat by your side, her voice trembling as she held your hand.
"Y/N, baby... please wake up. Look, your Rosie's here. I'm holding your hand, like I always do. Please, baby. You always hold my hand and kiss my knuckles... Please, do it again. I need you."
Rosé's tears fell freely as she ran her fingers softly over your face, cherishing every detail—the way your nose crinkled when you laughed, the way your lips felt when you kissed her. She smiled softly despite the tears streaming down her face.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you. We'll go out at midnight, just like you wanted. Thai Pho, sushi... we'll do all the random things we promised. Please, just wake up. Don't leave me."
She cried out in desperation, her heart breaking as she looked at you one last time. "Wake up, my love. The sunshine is already out."

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FanfictionYou're courting her; it was perfect. Random people ask for her hand in marriage; it made you furious, it made you feel the ugliest feeling; jealousy. [G!P READER] realxfrndsz™