Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

When the World Stops Turning (Yeonjun)

Yeonjun leaned back against the driver's seat, his hand tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel as a playlist of his favorite songs played softly in the background. The night air was cool and refreshing, a welcome change from the day's hustle. Tonight was special. His friends—Yeosang, Wooyoung, and Changbin—had all managed to find time in their packed schedules to meet up at a cozy café downtown. It had been months since they'd seen each other, and Yeonjun couldn't wait to catch up.

He turned the corner onto the street where the café was located, a smile tugging at his lips at the thought of the laughter and banter that awaited him. But his anticipation was short-lived.

Out of nowhere, a large truck barreled through a red light, its headlights blindingly bright. Yeonjun barely had time to react before the truck slammed into the driver's side of his car. The impact was deafening, metal screeching against metal as his vehicle spun out of control. It came to a jarring halt against a lamppost, the force throwing Yeonjun forward into his seatbelt.

Pain shot through his body like lightning. His chest throbbed from the restraint of the seatbelt, his head was pounding, and his vision blurred. The acrid smell of gasoline and smoke filled the air, and he struggled to take in a breath. Every movement was agony, but amidst the chaos, one thought blared in his mind: he needed help.

With trembling fingers, Yeonjun reached for his phone, which had landed on the passenger seat. It felt impossibly heavy, but he managed to swipe it open. His mind raced to find someone he could call. Changbin. His hyung would know what to do. Summoning every ounce of strength he had, Yeonjun pressed the number. When Changbin's voice came through, all he could manage was a single, desperate word:

"Help."

The phone slipped from his hand, and darkness claimed him.

At the café, Changbin was laughing at one of Wooyoung's exaggerated stories when his phone vibrated on the table. Seeing Yeonjun's name on the screen, he smiled, expecting his friend to say he was almost there. Instead, the faint, panicked sound of Yeonjun's voice saying "help" froze him in place.

"Yeonjun?" Changbin's voice rose, panic lacing his tone. "What's wrong? Yeonjun, are you there?"

The line went dead. He stared at his phone, his heart pounding. "Something's wrong. Yeonjun just called, but all he said was 'help.'"

"What?!" Yeosang's eyes widened. "Did he sound hurt?"

Changbin nodded. "I don't know what happened, but we need to find him."

Wooyoung grabbed Changbin's phone and quickly pulled up Yeonjun's location. "He's nearby. Let's go!"

The three of them bolted out of the café, their earlier laughter replaced with growing dread. Following the GPS, they ran through the quiet streets until they rounded a corner—and froze.

Ahead of them, a car was crumpled against a lamppost, its driver's side crushed. Smoke billowed into the air, the scene illuminated by the flickering glow of a damaged streetlight.

"Oh my God," Wooyoung whispered, his voice trembling. "That's Yeonjun's car."

Yeosang immediately pulled out his phone, dialing emergency services with shaking hands. "We need an ambulance," he said, his voice taut. "There's been a crash on Kim Street."

Meanwhile, Changbin and Wooyoung sprinted toward the wreckage. As they reached the car, their worst fears were confirmed—Yeonjun was slumped against the steering wheel, unconscious. A gash on his forehead was bleeding steadily, and his breathing was shallow.

"Yeonjun!" Wooyoung shouted, banging on the passenger window. "Can you hear me?"

There was no response. Changbin grabbed Wooyoung's arm. "Don't move him. We can't risk making his injuries worse."

"But we have to do something!" Wooyoung's voice cracked, tears brimming in his eyes.

Changbin climbed through the shattered passenger-side window, carefully avoiding the jagged glass. He reached out, brushing Yeonjun's shoulder. "Yeonjun, we're here. Hang on, okay? Help is coming."

Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. The paramedics arrived moments later, quickly taking over and extricating Yeonjun from the wreckage with practiced precision.

Changbin, Wooyoung, and Yeosang watched helplessly as their friend was loaded into the ambulance. "We're going with him," Changbin said, his tone leaving no room for argument. The paramedics allowed him and Wooyoung to ride along while Yeosang stayed behind to call Soobin.

Yeosang's hands trembled as he scrolled through his contacts, finding Soobin's number. When the TXT leader answered, his voice was groggy from an evening nap. "Hello?"

"It's Yeonjun," Yeosang said, his voice tight. "He's been in an accident. We're taking him to Seoul General Hospital. You need to come."

"What?!" Soobin's voice was sharp with panic. "How bad is it? Is he okay?"

"I don't know," Yeosang admitted, his throat tightening. "Just get here. Bring everyone."

At the hospital, Changbin, Wooyoung, and Yeosang refused to leave the waiting area, their anxiety mounting with each passing minute. When the rest of TXT arrived, their faces were pale and stricken with worry.

Soobin immediately sought out a doctor for answers, while Beomgyu and Taehyun clung to each other for support and Heuning Kai immediately clung to Yeosang. The waiting room was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the occasional sniffle or whispered reassurance.

After what felt like an eternity, the doctor emerged. "ChoibYeonjun is stable," he said, and a collective sigh of relief filled the room. "He suffered a concussion, two broken ribs, and some minor internal bruising, but he's going to recover. He's awake now, but he'll need rest."

The group nodded, the weight of relief almost overwhelming. Soobin thanked the doctor before turning to the others. "Let's go see him."

Yeonjun lay in the hospital bed, looking pale and exhausted, but alive. His eyes fluttered open as his friends and members filed in, their presence bringing a weak smile to his lips.

"Hey," he rasped, his voice hoarse.

"Don't you 'hey' us," Beomgyu said, tears streaming down his face. "You scared the hell out of us!"

"I'm fine," Yeonjun murmured, though the effort to speak seemed to drain him. "Just... a little banged up."

"A little?" Taehyun muttered, his tone a mix of anger and relief. "Hyung, you're in a hospital bed."

Wooyoung stepped forward, his voice shaking. "You called us. You knew we'd come, didn't you?"

Yeonjun's eyes softened. "Of course I did. You're my friends."

Over the next few days, Yeonjun's hospital room became a hub of activity. TXT stayed by his side as much as their schedules allowed, while Yeosang, Wooyoung, and Changbin visited every day with snacks and stories to cheer him up. Their laughter, though cautious, started to return, filling the room with warmth.

"Yeonjunnie," Yeosang said one afternoon, sitting by Yeonjun's bed. "You have no idea how scared we were."

"I can imagine," Yeonjun replied softly. "But you guys were there for me. That's all that matters."

Changbin placed a hand on his shoulder. "You scared us, but you also reminded us how much we care about you. Don't ever forget that."

When Yeonjun was finally discharged, his friends and members made sure he was pampered and cared for. Wooyoung insisted on cooking him a meal, though Yeonjun joked that hospital food had left him wary of anything that wasn't prepackaged.

Sitting in the dorm with his friends surrounding him, Yeonjun felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The accident had shaken them all, but it had also reminded them of the strength of their bonds.

As the night wore on, Yeonjun looked around at the faces of his friends and smiled. "Thanks for being my family," he said quietly.

Soobin ruffled his hair. "Always, hyung. Always."