Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Breaking Point (The8)

The concert was over, and the frenzy of excited fans had slowly given way to a more subdued atmosphere backstage. SEVENTEEN had just delivered an unforgettable performance, and the energy in the air was palpable. Minghao, had been basking in the afterglow of the show, his heart still racing from the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He decided to take a brief detour to the quieter part of the venue to clear his head before joining the rest of the members for post-show interviews. The backstage hallways were relatively empty, the echoes of the concert slowly fading into the background. Minghao's thoughts were on the next day's schedule, the grueling practices, and the endless round of fan meetings.

Unbeknownst to him, a shadow lurked in the dimly lit corridor. The fan, obsessed and unhinged, had been waiting for this moment, their grip tightening around the handle of a knife. The8's fame had taken a dark turn in their mind, morphing into an obsession that twisted into something dangerously unstable.

As Minghao rounded a corner, he saw the fan's figure approach from the other end of the hallway. He gave a friendly wave, thinking it was just another excited fan who had managed to get past security. But the fan's expression was cold and unyielding, their eyes locked onto Minghao with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine.

Before he could react, the fan lunged. The knife glinted in the dim light as it struck, sinking into Minghao's side. A sharp, searing pain exploded through his body, and he cried out, staggering back. His hand flew to the wound, but the blood flowed too quickly, staining his clothes and the floor.

Minghao's vision blurred, and he struggled to stay upright. He could hear the distant sounds of shouts and footsteps but felt too weak to call for help. The world seemed to spin around him as he sank to the floor, his breaths coming in shallow, painful gasps.

The fan, their face a mask of twisted satisfaction, fled into the crowd, disappearing into the chaos. The8's pained cries had drawn the attention of nearby security, who immediately sprang into action. S.Coups, who had been searching for Minghao, rounded the corner and froze in horror at the sight before him.

"Hao!" S.Coups' voice was a raw mixture of panic and desperation. He rushed to Minghao's side, his hands shaking as he tried to assess the situation. "Hold on, help is coming!"

Jeonghan and Woozi arrived quickly, their faces pale as they took in the sight of their injured friend. Jeonghan dropped to his knees beside Minghao, his hands applying pressure to the wound in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.

"Please stay with us, Minghao," Jeonghan's voice was a trembling whisper, his usually composed demeanor shattered by the sight of his friend in such pain.

Woozi was already on the phone with emergency services, his voice steady but urgent as he relayed the situation. "We need an ambulance immediately. There's been an attack backstage."

The seconds felt like hours as they waited for the paramedics to arrive. Minghao's breaths were becoming increasingly labored, his once vibrant eyes dimming with each passing moment. S.Coups held his friend's hand tightly, his own tears mingling with the blood that had soaked into his clothes.

Finally, the sound of sirens pierced the night, and paramedics burst into the backstage area. They quickly assessed Minghao's condition and began working with practiced efficiency. Carefully, they lifted him onto a stretcher, their faces a mask of professional concern.

"We're going to get you to the hospital," one of the paramedics said gently, as they wheeled Minghao away.

S.Coups followed close behind, his heart aching with every step. The rest of SEVENTEEN gathered around, their faces etched with worry and fear. As they arrived at the hospital, the chaotic scene was replaced with a tense silence, broken only by the occasional murmur of concern.

Hours passed in a blur. The waiting room was filled with the soft hum of conversations and the occasional beep of hospital equipment. The members of SEVENTEEN huddled together, their thoughts consumed by Minghao's condition. The once vibrant atmosphere was now heavy with unease and dread.

Finally, a doctor entered the waiting room, his expression serious but hopeful. "Xu Minghao is stable now. We managed to stop the bleeding and repair the damage. He's in recovery, but he'll need time to heal."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the group, though their faces remained drawn with concern. S.Coups was the first to stand, his voice thick with emotion. "Can we see him?"

The doctor nodded. "He's still unconscious, but you can visit for a short while."

They entered Minghao's room, where he lay on the hospital bed, connected to various monitors and IVs. The sight of him in such a vulnerable state was almost too much to bear. Each member took a turn standing by his bedside, their faces reflecting a mix of hope and sorrow.

S.Coups took Minghao's hand gently, his voice breaking as he spoke. "We're here, Hao. You're not alone. We're going to get through this together."

Minghao's eyelids fluttered, and he managed a faint, pained smile. Though he was too weak to speak, the presence of his friends seemed to bring him a measure of comfort. The pain would take time to heal, but the strength of their bond would help him recover.

The memory of that night would linger, a painful reminder of the fragility of their world. Yet, through the darkness and the fear, they found strength in each other, a testament to their unbreakable unity and unwavering support.