SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS I

Hoshi | Leg Fracture

The rhythm of Seventeen's latest song pounded through the studio, its bass vibrating through the floor and walls. Every member of the group was focused, their attention locked on the choreography that had consumed their lives for weeks. The dim lights of the practice room were a stark contrast to the bright stage lights they would soon face, but in this moment, their energy was palpable. The group was in the final stages of perfecting their new dance routine, and they were determined to leave no room for error.

Hoshi, the group's lead choreographer and a key dancer, stood at the forefront. His movements were sharp, every step executed with precision and grace. The energy he exuded was contagious, driving the rest of the members to push their limits. Each member of Seventeen had their own role in this intricate dance, and their synchronized movements created a mesmerizing spectacle.

Jeonghan glanced at the clock, the seconds ticking away as they neared the end of their practice session. They had been working for hours, their bodies drenched in sweat, but the drive to perfect their performance kept them going. "Just a few more runs through the routine," Jeonghan said, his voice filled with determination. "We can do this."

Mingyu, who had been intensely focused on his part, nodded vigorously. "Yeah, let's get this right. We're so close." His muscles were tense from the relentless practice, but the thought of the final performance kept him motivated.

As the group prepared for the next run, Hoshi took a deep breath and adjusted his stance. The choreography was demanding, featuring a high-energy sequence with a series of sharp turns and dynamic jumps. Each member had to be in sync, and Hoshi's role was pivotal. His timing and execution set the pace for the rest of the group.

The music started, and the studio came alive with motion. Hoshi led the dance with a commanding presence, his movements precise and fluid. The rest of the group followed, their synchronization almost flawless. It was a performance that showcased not just their physical abilities, but their unity and dedication as a team.

But in the middle of the routine, something went awry. As Hoshi leaped into the air, his foot landed awkwardly. The sharp pain that shot through his leg was immediate and intense. He faltered, his body twisting in an unnatural angle. The momentum carried him forward, and he crashed to the ground, his face contorted in agony.

The music abruptly stopped as the other members noticed Hoshi's fall. The studio was filled with a sudden, jarring silence. The members of Seventeen rushed to his side, their faces etched with concern and fear.

"Hyung!" Seungkwan shouted, his voice cracking with worry. He knelt beside Hoshi, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Hoshi's face was pale, his breath coming in shallow, labored gasps. "I... I think I hurt my leg," he managed to say, his voice strained with pain.

Dino, who had been practicing near Hoshi, was already on his phone, calling for medical assistance. The rest of the group hovered around, their expressions a mix of panic and concern. Joshua, trying to stay calm, placed a hand on Hoshi's other shoulder. "Hang in there, Hoshi. Help is on the way."

The minutes that followed felt like hours. Hoshi's pain was palpable, his face reflecting the severity of his injury. The other members did their best to keep him calm, talking to him softly and reassuring him that help was coming.

When the paramedics finally arrived, they moved with practiced efficiency. They carefully assessed Hoshi's injury, and it quickly became clear that it was severe. His leg was swelling rapidly, and the paramedics suspected a fracture. They immobilized his leg and prepared him for transport to the hospital.

As Hoshi was loaded into the ambulance, the remaining members of Seventeen stood in a somber silence. Their exhaustion and stress from the intense practice were momentarily forgotten, replaced by a deep sense of concern for their teammate. They knew how much this performance meant to Hoshi and to all of them.

Jeonghan placed a comforting hand on Woozi's back, who was visibly shaken by the incident. "We need to stay strong for Hoshi," Jeonghan said quietly. "He'll need us now more than ever."

Woozi nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and determination. "We'll make sure he knows we're here for him."

As the ambulance departed, the members of Seventeen gathered their things and headed to the hospital. The ride was tense, with everyone lost in their own thoughts. The upbeat atmosphere of their practice had been replaced by a heavy, anxious silence.

When they arrived at the hospital, they were met with a barrage of paperwork and formalities. The group was ushered into the waiting room, where they would have to wait for updates on Hoshi's condition. The waiting room was stark and impersonal, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of their practice studio.

Hours seemed to drag on as they waited. The group tried to keep their spirits up, sharing stories and memories of their times with Hoshi, but the worry was palpable. They knew how much Hoshi had invested in this performance and how hard he had worked to perfect the choreography.

Eventually, a doctor came to speak with them. His expression was serious but not entirely grim. "Hoshi is stable," he said. "He has a fractured leg, and it will require surgery. We've already started the procedure, and he should be okay, but he'll need a significant amount of time to recover."

The relief that washed over the group was palpable, though their concern remained. Seungkwan let out a shaky breath, his eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, doctor. Can we see him?"

The doctor nodded. "He's in recovery now. I'll let you know when he's awake and ready for visitors."

The group waited once more, but this time, there was a sense of cautious optimism. They knew Hoshi was a strong person, and his spirit was unbreakable. They took turns visiting him in the recovery room, each member sharing words of encouragement and support.

When Hoshi finally awoke, his eyes were tired but bright with recognition. Seeing his friends around him seemed to lift his spirits, despite the pain he was feeling. "Hey, guys," he said weakly. "Sorry for ruining the practice."

Jeonghan shook his head, his voice gentle. "Don't worry about that. Your health is what matters right now. We'll figure out the rest together."

The group spent as much time as they could with Hoshi, ensuring he felt supported and cared for. They reassured him that the performance would go on, and they would do everything in their power to make sure it was a success in his absence. Hoshi's injury, while severe, had become a testament to the dedication of Seventeen.

As days turned into weeks, Hoshi's recovery progressed. The group continued their practice, adapting their routine to account for his absence. They remained focused and determined, channeling their energy into ensuring that their performance was everything they had worked for.

Hoshi's recovery was a long and challenging process, but he remained optimistic and grateful for the support of his members. His injury served as a reminder of the sacrifices they all made for their craft and the strength of their bond as a group.

The day of the performance arrived, and Seventeen took the stage with an energy and passion that was palpable. They danced with all the intensity and precision they had been working towards, their movements a testament to their hard work and unity.

Hoshi, though not physically present on stage, was there in spirit. His absence was felt, but his influence was undeniable. The performance was a success, and the audience's enthusiastic response was a reflection of the dedication and sacrifice that had gone into it.

In the end, Hoshi's injury had been a harsh reminder of the physical and emotional demands of their profession, but it also highlighted the strength and resilience of Seventeen. The group's commitment to each other and their craft had carried them through a challenging time, and they emerged stronger and more united than ever.

As they celebrated their performance, they knew that their journey was far from over. The road to recovery for Hoshi would be long, but they were prepared to face it together. Their bond had been tested, and it had only grown stronger. In the world of music and dance, where focus and energy were paramount, Seventeen had proven that their true strength lay in their unwavering support for one another.