Art credit to: plvmstree on Twitter
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Before reading, just know that I know nothing about how the machines and everything work in hospitals and I did my best to make everything as realistic as it can be.
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The sky was dark and gloomy, the clouds were shielding the sun, hiding it from mother earth. Under the tall oak tree stood a boy with his life in his hands.
Beomgyu's eyes were soaked with tears, wetting his cheeks and lips. In his hands were Taehyun, no, let me phrase it correctly. In his hands were the boy who was his life, who he found happiness in being with, the boy who he hurt the most.
"Taehyunie, please, j-just hold on for a few more seconds, the taxi is arriving any minute, just don't- don't die on me" he whispered with his hoarse voice, yet no answer was to be heard.
Taehyun looked weak, fragile, he looked like an angel whose wings were torn apart, whose crown was taken away from, and whose innocence was shattered into pieces of glass.
A few seconds later, a taxi arrived, relief washed over Beomgyu and he walked into the taxi as fast as he could, with Taehyun in his hands.
"Where are you head-" he cut through the man's words and quickly responded. "The nearest hospital, please go as fast as you can".
The driver started the car with a nod and headed towards the nearest hospital, which was Seoul National Hospital.
The car ride was at least 8 minutes, not that Beomgyu knew, the entire car ride he prayed that Taehyun would be alright, that he would at least make it to the hospital.
He got out of the car, not minding the driver's shouting that he gave too much money, Taehyun was his first priority at the moment.
"Please save him, his breathing is unstable and he has been beaten, I can't lose him" he cried to the receptionist at the front desk.
"Alright sir, please calm down, the doctors will arrive any minute, can you tell me the patient's information? And who are you?" the lady asked while her eyes were on the screen in front of her.
"His name is Kang Taehyun, and I'm his f-friend," Beomgyu responded.
As soon as the lady saved the information a doctor and 2 nurses came, with a hospital cot in front of them, he helped lay Taehyun down the bed and the doctor and nurses took the younger one away from him.
He protested that he should go inside too, but they didn't let him, saying that he will be a distraction and that his friend will be alright.
The whole time that Taehyun was inside the room, Beomgyu was eating himself from the inside, cursing and blaming himself for everything that happened.
His cheeks were stained with tears, there is no longer a single tear that comes out of his eyes, they all have dried and now Beomgyu is just sitting on the chair with his head resting on his knees that are brought up to his chest.
All sorts of thoughts are coming to his mind, from Taehyun recovering and to him leaving the world, leaving Beomgyu. He doesn't want to lose someone,
Again.
He looks up from the ground for the first time in 45 minutes once he hears the door of the operating room opening.
"Doctor, is he alright? Did something happen to him? Wil he- will he live?" He was quick with his question, not giving the doctor a chance to speak.
"Your friend is alright, but he will have to rest for a while, nothing too serious happened to him, but he has been beaten quite a lot and he lost some blood, which is not a worry since we already transferred blood to him," he explains and beomgyu feels the weight of guilt leaving his shoulder,
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Fanfiction"I'm scared" He replied, his tone shaky and worried. "Scared of what" Taehyun asked, holding Beomgyu's hand and assuring him that he is there for him. "Scared of the day you will turn into ashes and fly away, while I can do nothing but sit there an...
