Requested by: Menglee123
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The hospital room remained eerily quiet, except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor that echoed through the silence. Jake hadn’t moved from Sunghoon’s side in hours, his fingers still entwined with his unconscious friend's. The rhythmic rise and fall of Sunghoon’s chest was the only reassurance that he was still here, still fighting.
The others took turns coming into the room to check on both Sunghoon and Jake, but Jake barely noticed them. His mind was consumed with worry and regret, each moment replaying the argument that had led them here.
Heeseung had left Jake a cup of water, but it sat untouched on the bedside table. Jungwon and Sunoo had whispered words of comfort, but Jake barely heard them. He was too lost in his thoughts.
"Please, Sunghoon," Jake murmured, his voice hoarse from hours of silence. "Please wake up. I need you to tell me you're okay. I need you to tell me I didn’t mess everything up."
There was no response, just the same soft beeping and the hum of the machines. Jake's head dropped, his forehead resting on the edge of the bed as tears silently fell, soaking into the white hospital sheets.
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Hours turned into days. Sunghoon’s condition remained critical, and the doctor’s words hung over them like a dark cloud. The group had taken up residence in the waiting room, coming and going in shifts so that someone was always with Sunghoon. They spoke in whispers, as if raising their voices would shatter the fragile hope they all clung to.
Jake never left the hospital. Heeseung had tried to convince him to go back to the dorm to rest, but Jake had refused. He couldn’t leave—not again. Not when Sunghoon was still in such a vulnerable state.
One afternoon, as Jake sat by Sunghoon’s side, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a text from Sunoo.
Sunoo: Hey, do you want me to bring some food to the hospital? You’ve barely eaten.
Jake sighed, glancing at the unopened sandwich Heeseung had left on the chair beside him earlier. He knew he needed to eat, to stay strong for Sunghoon, but he couldn’t bring himself to focus on anything other than his guilt.
He typed a quick reply: Jake: I’m okay. Thanks, though.
As soon as he sent it, Jake looked back at Sunghoon, his heart aching. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair off Sunghoon’s forehead.
"You always take care of me, you know," Jake whispered, his voice trembling. "I don’t deserve it, especially after everything I said. But you’ve always been there for me, even when I wasn’t there for you."
A lump formed in Jake’s throat as he recalled the countless times Sunghoon had stood by his side—whether it was during tough rehearsals, stressful schedules, or the long, exhausting days of training. Sunghoon had always been the calm in the storm, the one who made sure Jake was okay, even when Sunghoon was struggling himself.
"I should’ve been there for you," Jake continued, his voice cracking. "I should’ve known you were scared. Instead, I just… I let my anger get the best of me. And now… now you’re here, and I don’t know if you’ll ever wake up."
Jake’s vision blurred with tears again, and he pressed his forehead to Sunghoon’s hand, willing his friend to squeeze back, to give him some sign that he was still in there, still fighting.
"Please, Hoonie… please wake up," Jake whispered, his voice barely audible.
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It was late that evening when something changed. Jake had fallen asleep in the chair beside Sunghoon’s bed, his hand still holding Sunghoon’s, when he felt the faintest pressure on his fingers. At first, he thought he was imagining it, his sleep-deprived mind playing tricks on him. But then he felt it again—a weak but unmistakable squeeze.
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