In the dimly lit confines of the dormitory, Heuningkai lay upon his bed, his body wracked with fever and chills. His once-radiant eyes were now dull and listless, and his skin had assumed an ashen hue.
As his friends and bandmates bustled about, attending to their own tasks, Heuningkai's thoughts wandered aimlessly. He longed for the days when his laughter had filled the hallways, and his infectious energy had downed everyone's spirits. Now, he was but a shadow of his former self, consumed by the relentless grip of illness.
A sudden cough wracked his frail body, sending shards of pain through his chest. The sound caught the attention of Beomgyu, who had been hovering anxiously nearby.
"Kai?" Beomgyu whispered, his voice laced with concern. "Are you okay?"
Heuningkai turned his gaze towards Beomgyu, his eyes flickering with a momentary spark. "I'm...not sure," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You don't sound so good," Beomgyu said, worry etched upon his face. "Should I get you some medicine?"
Heuningkai hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Please," he said.
Beomgyu disappeared for a few brief minutes, returning with a small glass of water and a packet of fever-reducing medication. He helped Heuningkai sit up and carefully administered the pills.
"How are you feeling now?" Beomgyu asked gently.
"A little better," Heuningkai replied, his voice still weak. "Thank you."
As Beomgyu settled back on the bed, a comfortable silence descended upon the room. The gentle hum of the air purifier provided a soothing backdrop, and for a moment, Heuningkai felt a sense of peace amidst the chaos of his illness.
"I miss performing," Heuningkai whispered, breaking the silence. "I miss the cheers of the crowd and the feeling of being on stage with the boys."
Beomgyu's heart ached at his friend's words. "I know," he said softly. "We all do. But you need to rest now. Your health is more important."
Heuningkai sighed and closed his eyes. "I know," he said. "But it's hard."
Beomgyu reached out and took Heuningkai's hand, offering him silent support. "We'll be here for you, every step of the way," he said.
Heuningkai opened his eyes and looked at Beomgyu, a flicker of gratitude in his gaze. "Thank you, Beomgyu," he said. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."
Beomgyu smiled and squeezed Heuningkai's hand. "We're brothers," he said. "We're in this together."
As the afternoon wore on, Heuningkai's fever gradually subsided, and he began to drift in and out of sleep. At one point, he dreamed that he was on stage, performing before a roaring crowd. His voice soared through the auditorium, filling the air with his infectious energy.
The dream was so vivid that Heuningkai could almost taste the exhilaration. He could hear the thunderous applause and feel the love and adoration radiating from the audience. It was a moment of pure joy, a reminder of all that he had been missing.
But as the dream reached its crescendo, a sudden wave of nausea overcame Heuningkai. He stumbled and fell, collapsing onto the cold, unforgiving stage. The crowd's cheers turned to gasps of horror, and darkness enveloped him.
Heuningkai awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his body trembled with fear.
"What...what happened?" Heuningkai stammered, his voice trembling.
Beomgyu, who had been sleeping on the couch beside the bed, stirred at the sound of his voice. "Are you okay?" he asked, rushing to Heuningkai's side.
"I...I had a bad dream," Heuningkai explained.
Beomgyu reached out and gently stroked Heuningkai's hair. "It's okay," he said soothingly. "It was just a dream."
Heuningkai took a deep breath and nodded. "I know," he said. "It's just...I miss performing so much."
"We all do," Beomgyu said. "But you need to rest now. Your health is more important than anything."
Heuningkai closed his eyes and sighed. "I know," he said. "I just..."
He trailed off his sentence, his voice choked with emotion. Beomgyu leaned in close and gave Heuningkai a warm embrace.
"We'll get through this together," Beomgyu said. "We're a team, remember? And we'll always be there for you."
Heuningkai nodded against Beomgyu's shoulder, finding solace in the comfort of his friend's embrace. As darkness once again enveloped him, Heuningkai knew that he was not alone. He had his friends, his brothers, and they would help him through this difficult time.
As the night wore on, the other members of TXT came to check on Heuningkai. Soobin brought him a warm blanket and a cup of tea, while Yeonjun offered to read him a story. Taehyun and Hueningkai reminisced about their trainee days, sharing funny stories and inside jokes.
Heuningkai's laughter filled the room, a welcome sound that lifted everyone's spirits. For a brief moment, it felt like everything was normal again.
But as the night progressed, Heuningkai's fever spiked once more. His body shook violently, and his mind was filled with delirious thoughts. The boys grew increasingly worried, and Soobin called for the group's manager.
The manager arrived within minutes and immediately took Heuningkai to the hospital. The boys followed anxiously behind, their hearts heavy with concern.
At the hospital, Heuningkai was diagnosed with pneumonia. The doctor explained that it was a serious infection, but that it could be treated with antibiotics and rest.
The boys stayed by Heuningkai's side throughout the night, taking turns to watch over him. As they watched Heuningkai sleep, they couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness. They longed to take away his pain and suffering, but all they could do was be there for him.
As dawn approached, Heuningkai's fever finally broke. He awoke to find his friends gathered around his bedside, their faces etched with relief.
"Kai!" Soobin exclaimed. "You're awake!"
Heuningkai smiled weakly. "Yeah," he said. "I'm awake."
The boys erupted into a chorus of cheers and laughter. They were so relieved to see their friend on the mend.
"How are you feeling?" Yeonjun asked.
"Much better," Heuningkai replied. "Thanks to you guys."
The boys spent the rest of the day at the hospital, keeping Heuningkai company.
The day of his discharge from the hospital arrived. "So Kai, are you happy to be coming home?" "Of course I'm happy, I'm really sick of being locked up here. When is the next concert?"
I finished saying with an expectant smile.
Yeonjun replied: "Now go slowly champion. You still have two weeks to rest. And we'll be there to help you."
They walked to the car and headed for the dormitory.
Heuningkai made his way to the couch that would be his best friend for the next few days. He really didn't want to be alone in his room.
Soobin decided that they should all stay in the living room to help each other.
Finally, after two weeks, Heuningkai is on stage smiling at MOA.
"I'm so glad to see you all! Let's smash as usual tonight!" And TXT they hugged smiling.
