SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS I

Junhui | Lightning Part II

In that moment, he couldn't feel his body anymore-only the intense shaking, the overwhelming tension in his muscles, and the feeling that he was slipping further away from reality. He was vaguely aware of his own breath, rapid and shallow, but even that felt distant, out of his control.

His vision faded in and out, everything spinning as his heart raced. The sharp pain from the burns across his arms and legs seemed to send waves of dizziness through his body, but he couldn't process it. The only thing he knew was that his body was no longer his own. He couldn't stop the shaking. He couldn't breathe properly. His head felt as though it was underwater, the world around him blurring into nothing.

The crew was still in shock.

The director's voice echoed through the rain, but it was hard to hear over the chaos that had unfolded in front of them. "Jun? Jun! Get him out of the rain! Someone, get to him-NOW!"

The crew and Seventeen's members rushed forward, panic rising as they realized what had happened. Seungcheol, his eyes wide with horror, sprinted toward Jun, but he was too far away.

"Hyung!" Seungkwan shouted, his voice shaking, but it was no use. They were too far from him, and the rain made it nearly impossible to see.

Jun, barely aware of what was happening, felt himself slipping. He felt a coldness overtaking his body, the world beginning to black out at the edges of his vision. His muscles were no longer responding, his movements slow and uncoordinated. His limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of stone, and the pain from the burns on his skin was becoming too much to handle.

His breath came in ragged gasps, the world spinning faster and faster as he started to lose consciousness. His vision darkened, the edges of his awareness fading like a distant memory.

"I... I can't... feel... anything..." he tried to whisper, but the words wouldn't come out.

Then, he went unconscious completely.

The scene around him turned into nothing but a blur of movement as the crew reached his side, frantic, but it all seemed so far away. His consciousness drifted further, slipping into the abyss of unconsciousness.

Seungcheol was the first to reach him, his hands trembling as he shook Jun's shoulders. "Jun! JUN!" He cried, his voice laced with panic. The other members arrived moments later, kneeling by Jun's side.

The sight of Jun lying motionless in the rain, his body still twitching, was almost too much to bear. Seungkwan's voice cracked as he shouted to the crew, "Get the paramedics! NOW!"

But in that moment, everything felt surreal. The pain, the shock, the fear-it all blended into an overwhelming, terrifying silence.

Jun was barely breathing. And no one knew just how bad it was yet.

The rain continued to pour down, a steady, relentless rhythm that seemed to echo the panic and fear that gripped the set. Seungcheol was kneeling beside Jun, shaking him with all the strength he could muster, his voice breaking as he cried out for help.

"Jun, please... please, wake up!" Seungcheol's hands were trembling, his heart racing with terror. He could feel the coldness of Jun's skin under his fingers, and the tremors from the lightning strike had left him lifeless in Seungcheol's arms. Jun's body twitched involuntarily, but there was no response from him. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse, when Seungcheol could find it, was weak and erratic.

The other members were close behind, helplessly watching, some of them in shock, others breaking down into tears.

Vernon dropped to his knees next to Seungcheol, his face pale and filled with fear. "No, no, no, hyung... Please don't-" His voice trailed off as he held Jun's hand, his fingers brushing against the burns on Jun's arms.