my silly kpop non-idols au

Heechul's day off (💙SUJU)

Special Appearances: Hongki (FTISLAND) (as the doctor)
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in the Super Junior house, the group was playing in the backyard, enjoying the last light of the setting sun. The air was warm and filled with laughter as they played various games.

"C'mon Heechul, catch!" Leeteuk called out, tossing a frisbee in Heechul's direction. Heechul's eyes sparkled with competitive spirit as he dived to snatch it mid-air. However, his timing was off, and the frisbee smacked him right on the forehead.

Suddenly, Heechul's eyes rolled back, and his body went limp as he collapsed onto the freshly mowed grass. The laughter that had painted the evening air abruptly ceased, replaced by a tense silence that was palpable. The group stared at him, their smiles frozen on their faces as shock rippled through them like a cold breeze on a summer evening.

"Heechul!" Siwon gasped, dropping the ball he'd been holding and sprinting over to his side. The others quickly gathered around, their playful banter forgotten in the face of their friend's distress. Yesung's heart thudded in his chest, and his mind raced as he scanned Heechul's motionless form for signs of injury.

Kyuhyun was the first to react, fumbling for his phone with shaking hands. "I'm calling an ambulance," he announced, the gravity of the situation sinking in as he dialed the emergency number. The line connected with a sharp ring, and Kyuhyun's voice trembled as he gave their location and explained what had happened.

The wait for the ambulance was agonizingly long. The members hovered around Heechul, their expressions a mix of fear and concern. Ryeowook and Eunhyuk exchanged worried glances, while Donghae and Sungmin hovered on the outskirts of the group, their faces ashen. Shindong nervously bit his lip, and Hangeng looked on, his eyes wide with shock.

Kangin and Kibum had been inside the house when the accident occurred, but they rushed out upon hearing the commotion. Kibum took one look at Heechul's condition and immediately took charge, gently rolling Heechul onto his side to ensure he didn't choke on his tongue. Kangin's eyes searched the group for any signs of injury before finally settling on Zhoumi, who had a small cut on his forehead from when he'd tripped in the chaos. He tended to Zhoumi's wound as the minutes ticked by, the silence punctuated only by the distant wail of sirens growing louder.

Finally, the ambulance arrived, its red and blue lights piercing the twilight. The EMTs swiftly approached, and the group stepped aside, making way for the professionals. They worked quickly and efficiently, assessing Heechul's condition and carefully loading him onto a stretcher. The sight of their friend being taken away was a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the suddenness with which it could be disrupted.

Once at the hospital, the members waited anxiously in the waiting room, the air thick with tension. They exchanged worried whispers, trying to comfort each other while keeping their emotions in check. The minutes stretched into hours as they sat on the hard plastic chairs, the only sounds the occasional beep of a machine and the muffled murmurs of hospital staff beyond the doors.

Finally, doctor Hongki emerged, a look of concern etched on his face. "Heechul's condition is stable, but we need to keep him overnight for observation," he informed them. The group breathed a collective sigh of relief, though the concern didn't leave their eyes. They were allowed to visit him briefly, and they filed in one by one, each bringing their own form of comfort to their ailing friend.

Leeteuk went first, his hand tight around Heechul's. "You had us scared, you know," he said, his voice filled with a mix of relief and reprimand. Heechul managed a weak smile, his eyes still glazed with pain. "It's okay," he murmured, "just a little bump." But his words were lost in the symphony of beeping machines surrounding him.

the group gave many gifts to Heechul, hoping to brighten his hospital stay. The room was soon filled with bouquets of flowers, stuffed animals, and cards with messages of love and encouragement scribbled on them. Despite the gravity of the situation, the atmosphere in the room was filled with a quiet determination to support their friend through this ordeal.

Eunhyuk had brought a peculiar gift - a pack of cereal and a carton of milk. He knew Heechul's quirky taste for the combination, which often brought a smile to his face. "Here," he said, placing the items on the bedside table with a gentle smile, "for when you get hungry." Heechul's eyes lit up at the sight, and a small chuckle escaped his lips, the first genuine sign of life since the accident.

Doctor Hongki returned with a tray of hospital food, the aroma of which did little to entice Heechul's appetite. He looked from the tray to Eunhyuk's offering and back again, a silent question hanging in the air. The doctor caught the exchange and couldn't help but chuckle. "Well," he said, placing the tray on the stand next to the bed, "I can't say I'd recommend it, but if that's what you'd like, I won't stop you."

Eunhyuk beamed at the doctor's consent, eager to lift Heechul's spirits. He carefully opened the cereal box and poured a generous amount into a plastic bowl. The sound of the cereal cascading was oddly comforting in the sterile hospital room. He then cracked open the carton of milk and filled the bowl, watching the cereal float to the surface. The sight of the familiar breakfast staple in such an unexpected setting brought a momentary sense of normalcy to the gravity of the situation.

Back at the Super Junior house, the group were playing games, trying to distract themselves from the heavy weight of anxiety that had settled in their hearts. They had moved the festivities indoors, the once vibrant backyard now a quiet and empty space that echoed with the memory of Heechul's fall. The door to the house swung open, and a cool breeze danced through the hallway, carrying with it the scent of rain. The sound of a soft knock at the door startled them from their game, the suddenness of the interruption sending a shiver down their spines.

They looked up to see Heechul standing in the doorway, a small band-aid on his forehead the only evidence of the traumatic evening before. His eyes searched the room, meeting each of theirs in turn. The group erupted in a chorus of relieved laughter and exclamations, jumping to their feet to gather around him. Leeteuk's hand hovered over the band-aid, his gaze filled with concern, but Heechul waved him away with a playful smirk.

"I'm fine," he assured them, "just a little headache, that's all." The room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief, the tension dissipating like the last drops of rain on a hot sidewalk. The laughter grew louder as Heechul recounted the story of his overnight stay, his voice filled with the same mischievous charm that had always been a part of his nature.