BACKSTAGE - OT8

I Can't...

"Ah." Hyunjin woke with a groan because his head felt like it was split open.

He tried to lift his arms, but they felt weighed down by a million tons.

No, wait, that was his whole body that felt like that.

What was going on?

"Hyunjin?" A familiar voice called his name.

Opening his eyes proved harder than he thought, though. He flutered one open, but the other was blocked. He looked toward the voice with the one, and there they were.

All of his boyfriends standing by his side, he didn't even know what to say. He wanted to hold them and to be held by them, but he couldn't move.

"Ooh, jagiya. Relax, we're here." Han was the first one to come forward and sit on the edge of the bed. He leaned down gently to leave a chaste peck on his lips, and finally, Hyunjin could feel his warmth.

Then one by one, he felt them surround him.

Feeling safe and warm, he didn't want to be anywhere else.

All too soon, though, they pulled back. Still close and surrounding him, but letting him breathe better without suffocating. He doesn't think suffocating like this would be a bad way to go, though.

"Hey. Do you remember what happened?" Chan asked softly.

"It was that fûcking idiot's fault, wasn't it? He should've been fired a long time ago. Now, causing accidents, there's no way he's staying on. Over my dead body." Lee Know quickly growled furiously.

"Hyung. Let him talk, please." Felix placed his hand on the man's shoulder to get him to calm down.

"I- don't?" Hyunjin's head was so foggy. The memory felt muddled when he tried to think back. He couldn't remember.

No...

He did.

That, "Bastard!" He grunted as his head throbbed and the memories came back. "Son of a bítch!" He almost choked on the words, he was so pissed.

I want to kill him!

It was the only thought running through his head. He could feel rage boiling over his skin. He wanted to murder him with his own hands. That asshôle! He can't get away with this. His mind was spinning.

"Where is Jeeyu? Where's the driver?" He asked them frantically. They all looked at him, confused and worried, not answering fast enough.

"Don't worry about him. You're in bad shape right now. Calm down." Seungmin put his hand on the older's good arm, telling him softly. But he couldn't calm down. Not after that.

"I can't. Where is he? That sick fûck! He-"

His voice cut short due to a seizure. His eyes rolled back as his body started to convulse violently, so Lee Know held him over on his side as Chan quickly called for the nurse.

Then they were all ushered out of the room so the professionals could handle him. But they were scared.

They thought he was out of the worst of it when he woke up. They hadn't even been able to tell him about his injuries. It was all so sudden.