In the quaint little dorm room, nestled amidst the bustling city of Seoul, TXT's Beomgyu lay bedridden, his pale face etched with discomfort. As the golden rays of dawn peeked through the blinds, casting an ethereal glow upon the room, he struggled to open his heavy eyelids. A pounding headache reverberated through his temples, and his body ached as if he had been run over by a truck.
Mustering every ounce of strength, Beomgyu sat up cautiously, wincing as a stabbing pain shot through his head. His nose felt heavy and congested, and he could taste the coppery tang of dried blood in the back of his throat. As he reached up to wipe away the crust from his nose, his fingers came away slick with bright red. Panic surged through him as the realization dawned that he was experiencing a nosebleed.
Desperately, he stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, where he frantically splashed cold water onto his face. But the bleeding wouldn't stop. It gushed out like a broken faucet, staining the sink and pooling on the floor. Fear gnawed at Beomgyu's mind as he tried to remember what he had done to trigger such a severe reaction.
Had he hit his head too hard during dance practice? Or was it the stress of preparing for their upcoming comeback? He couldn't pinpoint an exact cause, but time seemed to slip away as the blood continued to spurt from his nose. Panic spiraled into a whirlwind of fear and confusion, threatening to consume him entirely.
In a state of desperation, Beomgyu stumbled back into the bedroom and collapsed on his bed. He knew he needed medical attention, but his body was too weak to move. His vision blurred as he watched the blood stain his pillow, the crimson hue a stark contrast to the pristine white fabric.
As the minutes turned into hours, Beomgyu slipped into a restless sleep, haunted by nightmares of suffocating in a pool of his own blood. His breathing became shallow, his heart pounding in his chest. When he awoke, the sun had set, casting eerie shadows across the room.
The bleeding had finally stopped, but Beomgyu felt as though he had been through a harrowing ordeal. His nose was still tender, a dull ache throbbing beneath the surface. Fear still lingered in his heart, but it was overshadowed by a profound sense of gratitude. He had been fortunate to escape a potentially life-threatening situation.
As he lay there, contemplating his brush with danger, the sound of a key turning in the lock made him jump. The door creaked open, and in rushed his concerned bandmates. Their faces were etched with worry as they took in the sight of Beomgyu lying on his bed, still pale and disheveled.
"Beomgyu!" Soobin shouted, rushing to his side. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Beomgyu croaked out a weak explanation, his voice hoarse from dehydration and exhaustion. As he recounted his ordeal, his bandmates listened intently, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.
"You scared us half to death!" Hueningkai exclaimed, a hint of tears in his eyes. "We came back from practice and found the bathroom a mess. We thought something terrible had happened."
Beomgyu smiled weakly. "I'm so sorry, guys. I didn't mean to worry you."
"Don't worry about that," Yeonjun said, his deep voice soothing. "We're just glad you're okay. But you need to rest now."
Grateful for their support, Beomgyu allowed his bandmates to help him back into bed. As they tucked him in and bid him goodnight, he felt a flicker of hope amidst the lingering shadows of fear. He had faced his vulnerability and emerged from the experience stronger than before.
In the days that followed, Beomgyu's bandmates took turns caring for him, bringing him soup, reading to him, and making sure he got plenty of rest. With each passing day, he grew steadily stronger, the lingering effects of his ordeal fading away.
As Beomgyu's health improved, he couldn't help but reflect on the lessons he had learned. He realized the importance of taking care of his physical and mental well-being, and that it was okay to ask for help when needed. Most importantly, he had rediscovered the unbreakable bond he shared with his bandmates, who had stood by his side through thick and thin.
When it was finally time for Beomgyu to return to practice, he was greeted with warm hugs and cautious smiles. His bandmates made sure he didn't overwork himself, and they were quick to notice any signs of fatigue. Beomgyu appreciated their concern, but he was determined to show them that he was back to his old self.
In the weeks leading up to their comeback, Beomgyu trained harder than ever before. He knew that he had a lot of catching up to do, but he was also driven by a newfound determination. He was not going to let his recent illness hold him back.
On the day of their comeback showcase, Beomgyu stepped onto the stage with his bandmates, his heart pounding with both excitement and trepidation. He performed with a fierceness and passion that had been missing before, determined to prove that he had overcome his adversity.
As the thunderous applause filled the venue, Beomgyu felt a surge of pride and accomplishment. He had faced his fears and emerged stronger on the other side. The nosebleed had been a traumatic experience, but it had also been a catalyst for growth and resilience.
From that day forward, Beomgyu carried the memory of his ordeal with him. It served as a reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing every moment. And although the scars of his nosebleed had long since faded, the lessons he had learned would stay with him forever.
