SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

Mingyu | Grief

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Mingyu wiped the sweat from his brow as he moved through the choreography, the rhythmic beats filling the dance studio. The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, but he was lost in the music, completely focused. Suddenly, his phone buzzed loudly on the floor, disrupting the flow of the practice.

He glanced down at the caller ID, frowning at the unfamiliar number. Reluctantly, he picked it up.

"Hello?" Mingyu answered, slightly out of breath.

"Are you related to Mr. and Mrs. Kim?" A serious voice replied.

"Yes, it is. Who is this?"

"This is Officer Kang from the Seoul Police Department. I'm afraid I have some urgent news regarding them..."

Mingyu's heart dropped. "What happened? Is everything okay?"

"They were in a car accident. I need you to come to Han River Hospital immediately."

The world around him faded. "Are they... are they alright?"

"I'm sorry, but they sustained severe injuries. You need to hurry."

Mingyu's voice shook. "I'll be there." He ended the call, breathless. Panic surged through him as he quickly gathered his things, shoving them into his backpack.

His mind raced, thoughts colliding. He rushed toward the exit, the echo of his footsteps resonating in the empty studio.

"Mingyu?" A voice called from behind. It was Wonwoo, catching sight of him. "Where are you going? It's late."

"I... I have to go." Mingyu's voice was strained, his heart pounding.

"What's wrong?" Wonwoo asked, concern etched on his face.

"I can't... I can't explain right now." Without waiting for a response, Mingyu pushed through the door and sprinted into the night.

When he arrived at the hospital, the sterile smell and harsh lights felt suffocating. Mingyu rushed to the reception desk, breathless. "I'm looking for my parents-Kim Sungwoo and Kim Minji."

The receptionist glanced at him, her expression sympathetic. "I'm sorry, but-"

"I need to see them!" he interrupted, desperation creeping into his voice.

"Please wait a moment," she said softly, pressing a button on her phone. Moments later, a doctor emerged, looking grave.

"Mr. Kim?" The doctor's tone was heavy with sorrow.

"Yes, that's me. What happened to my parents?"

The doctor hesitated, then said gently, "I'm sorry to inform you that they did not survive the accident. They sustained severe injuries and lost a lot of blood."

Mingyu's world shattered in that instant. "No... No, that can't be true." He felt his legs weaken as the reality hit him. "They can't be gone..."

"I'm so sorry for your loss," the doctor said softly, his eyes filled with compassion.

Mingyu staggered back, feeling the weight of despair crush him. "What am I supposed to do?" he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips.

"Take your time. We're here to help," the doctor replied, but Mingyu could barely hear him through the haze of shock and grief.

In that moment, he felt utterly alone, the vibrant world of dance and music fading away, leaving nothing but a haunting silence in its place.

Mingyu wiped his eyes, trying to process the weight of the doctor's words. "Can I... can I see them?" His voice was trembling, filled with a desperate need for closure.