K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Soobin txt - fight/stabbed

@Siddha_5302 here's your request, hope you like it.
900 words.

⚠️ stabbing

The van hummed down the highway, tires cutting across wet pavement, but the silence inside was suffocating.

Beomgyu sat slouched in his seat, hoodie pulled over his head, earphones in—but no music played. He was just pretending. Pretending he didn't hear the heavy sighs from the driver's seat. Pretending the tears stinging his eyes weren't real. Pretending he hadn't just said something he could never take back.

Soobin's knuckles were white on his lap, eyes fixed straight ahead. His jaw was locked, lips thin, and the space between him and Beomgyu felt like miles.

"I wish you'd stop acting like you're everyone's dad," Beomgyu had snapped just half an hour earlier, voice sharp with anger. "You're not perfect, Soobin. You're not better than us."

The words had cut through the car like a blade. Taehyun had gone dead silent. Hueningkai blinked in confusion. Yeonjun had tried to lighten the mood, but the damage was done. Soobin had said nothing in return—he just nodded once, bitterly, and turned away.

Now, they were almost at the airport. Just a few more minutes and they'd be through security, heading off to their next schedule in another country, another stage, another hotel. It should've been routine.

But the silence hung heavier than ever.

When they pulled up, no one said anything. Soobin popped the trunk, and the boys climbed out one by one. Beomgyu didn't look back. Not even once.

Inside the airport, they moved like ghosts—checking bags, showing IDs, slipping off shoes. Everything was mechanical. Beomgyu kept his head down the whole time, avoiding Soobin's eyes.

And then, out of nowhere—chaos.

It was just past the security checkpoint. There were families, couples, fans waiting at the glass, phones up and smiling. TXT were in the middle of a small crowd when someone started screaming.

A man. Wild-eyed. Dirty clothes. Screaming something in Korean no one could make out.

Before anyone could react, he was running—straight toward Beomgyu.

There was a flash of silver in his hand.

A knife.

Everything froze.

Beomgyu saw the man's eyes. He didn't understand. He didn't move.

But Soobin did.

He shoved Beomgyu out of the way with everything he had—and the blade went deep into his stomach.

Time shattered.

Beomgyu hit the floor, his head bouncing off the tile. When he looked up, all he saw was red—bright red blooming across Soobin's shirt. Soobin stumbled once, then collapsed.

"No..NO!" Beomgyu screamed, crawling toward him. His hands found Soobin's body, trembling as he pressed against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "Someone call an ambulance! Please!"

Soobin was gasping, his chest rising and falling too fast. His eyes were wide, like he couldn't believe it either. Blood bubbled at his lips.

"Hyung—oh god—hyung, stay with me. Please."

Yeonjun was yelling at security. Taehyun was trying to keep Hueningkai from breaking down completely. Fans were crying, phones forgotten. Airport staff were swarming, but none of them mattered to Beomgyu.

All he could see was Soobin.

His leader. His member. His friend.

"You idiot," Beomgyu sobbed, pressing harder. "Why would you do that?! Why would you..why..."

Soobin tried to speak, but only blood came out. His hand weakly gripped Beomgyu's sleeve.

And Beomgyu broke.

"I didn't mean it. I didn't mean what I said in the car," he whispered, voice cracking. "I was angry, and stupid, and..and I just.."

He couldn't finish.

"I said the worst thing I could. And now...what if that's the last thing I ever said to you?"

Soobin coughed again, eyes fluttering, trying to stay awake. His hand moved up, clumsy, barely brushing Beomgyu's cheek.

"You're safe," he mouthed.

Beomgyu shook his head violently. "No. You need to be safe. You need to stay. Please don't leave me. Don't do this to me. You can't die... you can't think I hated you."

The sound of sirens echoed in the distance. Too far. Too slow.

Beomgyu leaned down until his forehead pressed against Soobin's. "You're not perfect, hyung," he whispered. "But you never had to be. You're... you're everything. You're the reason we're still standing. You're the reason I'm still here."

Soobin's grip went slack.

"No," Beomgyu said, louder. "NO. Stay awake. Stay awake, hyung. Please."

When the paramedics arrived, they had to pull Beomgyu off of him. He was still screaming, crying, fighting to hold on to Soobin's hand.

Blood stained his hoodie, his hands, his soul.

As they took Soobin away, Beomgyu stood there in the middle of the airport, shaking. Empty.

The others were crying too, but no one dared speak to him. Not yet.

Because they all knew...

Sometimes the worst wounds aren't from knives.

They're from words.

And Beomgyu had no idea if he'd ever get the chance to take his back.

Thanks for reading. If you have a story in mind don't hesitate. I take requests.