SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

Mingyu | Fell Part II

Through the glass, they could see Mingyu lying on the hospital bed, his body connected to various machines, wires, and tubes. The sight was both a relief and heart-wrenching. His skin was pale, bruises mottled across his arms and face, remnants of the accident that had nearly taken him away.

Dino pressed a hand against the glass, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Hyung..." he whispered, a mix of love and pain in his voice.

Jeonghan stepped closer, his heart aching at the sight of his friend in such a vulnerable state. "He looks so fragile," he murmured, struggling to hold back his emotions.

"Hey, he's a fighter," Seungcheol reassured, placing a hand on Dino's shoulder. "He'll pull through. He has to."

Hoshi felt a swell of pride and sorrow wash over him as he looked at Mingyu, so still yet undeniably strong. "I'm glad I could help," he said quietly, but his voice trembled with the weight of what they were all feeling.

Three long days passed, and the members remained steadfast in their vigil at the hospital. Mingyu had been moved to a private room, but he still hadn't woken up. The soft beeping of machines filled the space, a constant reminder of his fragile state. The doctor explained that the impact from the fall had caused significant trauma, and it would take time for Mingyu to regain consciousness.

The members took turns sitting by his bedside, their hearts heavy with worry. They spoke to him constantly, sharing stories and memories, hoping that somehow he could hear them. "We miss you so much, Mingyu," Dk would say, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. "You need to wake up. We're all here for you."

Dino sat closest to Mingyu, often gripping his hand tightly. Guilt gnawed at him; he felt responsible for the accident, convinced that if he had just listened to Mingyu's warning, things would be different. He often lost himself in thoughts of what could have been, and his self-neglect was evident. He barely ate, and dark circles began to form under his eyes, a reflection of his sleepless nights.

"Hyung, I'm so sorry," Dino whispered one day, tears spilling down his cheeks. "I should have listened. You were trying to protect me, and I-" His voice broke, and he buried his face in his hands, sobs wracking his small frame.

Jeonghan, sitting nearby, immediately moved to comfort him. "Dino, it's not your fault. You can't blame yourself for what happened. We all care about Mingyu, and we're all in this together."

But Dino shook his head, unable to shake the feeling of guilt that clung to him like a shadow. "If I hadn't been so careless... maybe he wouldn't be here like this. I just want him to wake up."

The other members gathered closer, forming a circle of support around Dino and Mingyu. "We need to be strong for him," Hoshi said softly, placing a hand on Dino's back. "Mingyu wouldn't want us to blame ourselves. He needs to feel our love and support right now."

In that moment, the room was filled with a mixture of sorrow and hope. They shared stories of their happiest memories with Mingyu-his laughter, his warmth, and the moments that made them feel whole.

As the hours turned into days, they refused to leave his side, determined to fill the silence with their love. "We're waiting for you, Mingyu," Woozi said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please come back to us."

In their hearts, they believed that their words would reach him, that their unwavering love would guide him back from the darkness.

After two long weeks of waiting, the members maintained their unwavering support, even squeezing in visits around their dance practices and schedules. They took turns keeping vigil, their hearts filled with hope, but the emotional toll was evident on everyone.