You Belong With Me | Jeongcheol Fanfic

Chapter 39

The paramedics worked tirelessly, their voices steady and reassuring as they focused on Jeonghan, who lay unconscious on the stretcher. They connected monitors and administered oxygen, moving with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Seungcheol felt as if he were watching a scene play out in slow motion, his mind reeling with disbelief. The frantic beeping of the machines filled the air, blending with his racing heartbeat.

"Stay back, please," one of the paramedics said gently but firmly as they wheeled Jeonghan out to the waiting ambulance. Seungcheol wanted to protest, to insist that he needed to be by Jeonghan's side, but he could only stand there, rooted to the spot, as they loaded his boyfriend into the back of the ambulance.

The door closed with a finality that felt like a punch to the gut. Seungcheol felt the tears streaming down his cheeks, a torrent of emotions crashing over him. He had been so worried, so focused on their past and what might have been, that he hadn't realized just how much Jeonghan was struggling.

But there was still hope. The ambulance's lights flashed brightly as it sped away, sirens blaring through the night, and Seungcheol felt a flicker of determination ignite within him. He would follow them, be there for Jeonghan, and make sure he wasn't alone.

Arriving at the hospital, he rushed inside, his heart racing as he gave the receptionist Jeonghan's information. Time felt like it moved differently in hospitals—slow yet chaotic. Seungcheol paced the waiting area, his mind racing with thoughts of Jeonghan's smile, the sound of his laughter, the warmth of his hand in his. He couldn't let those memories be the last he held onto.

After what felt like an eternity, a doctor finally emerged, her expression serious yet compassionate. "Are you Seungcheol?" she asked, and he nodded, his heart in his throat.

"Is he okay? Is he going to be alright?" Seungcheol's voice trembled as he spoke.

"He's stable now. We managed to revive him, and he's in recovery," she explained. "He's going to need time, both physically and emotionally. It's important that he feels supported."

Relief washed over Seungcheol like a wave, but the weight of the situation lingered. "Can I see him?" he asked, desperate to be by Jeonghan's side.

"Yes, but just for a few minutes. He might still be disoriented," the doctor warned, leading Seungcheol down the sterile corridors to a small room.

As the door swung open, Seungcheol's breath caught in his throat. Jeonghan lay in the hospital bed, pale but alive, connected to monitors that beeped steadily. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and the sight filled Seungcheol with an overwhelming mix of relief and sorrow.

He approached the bed slowly, his heart aching as he took in the fragile figure before him. "Jeonghan," he whispered, reaching out to gently hold his boyfriend's hand. It felt cold, but he squeezed it softly, trying to convey his warmth and love.

After a few moments, Jeonghan's eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding his gaze. When his eyes met Seungcheol's, a flicker of recognition washed over his face. "Seungcheol..." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey," Seungcheol replied, his voice thick with emotion. "You scared me. I thought..." He trailed off, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry," Jeonghan said weakly, tears brimming in his eyes. "I didn't want to hurt you. I just... I didn't know how to cope anymore."

Seungcheol's heart broke at Jeonghan's admission. "You're not alone, Jeonghan. You never have to be. I'm here for you, always. Please don't do this to yourself again."