K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Jungwoo Nct 127 - courage

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1000 words.

⚠️ attack, blood, knife

The air was still buzzing with laughter and adrenaline as NCT 127 exited the variety show building. It had been a good shoot—energetic, chaotic, just the way their fans liked it. The staff waved goodbye as the members, tired but smiling, stepped out into the cool evening.

But the air shifted. Taeyong felt it first—a tension crawling over his skin. The crowd waiting outside was thicker than expected, eyes wide and hands reaching over the barricades. The bodyguards flanked them, guiding the group toward the van, but something wasn't right. These weren't ordinary fans.

Sasaengs.

Someone had leaked their schedule.

The barriers buckled as the crowd surged forward. Security pushed back, but they were overwhelmed. Screams rang out—not of excitement, but of desperation. Amid the chaos, Yuta caught a glimpse of a woman pushing through, her face twisted in something dark, something furious.

Then Jungwoo saw it.

A flash of silver.

"Yuta!" he shouted.

Time fractured. Jungwoo lunged. The blade meant for Yuta's abdomen found his hand instead, sinking deep into flesh with a sickening sound. Blood burst in a thick stream down his wrist.

Everything stopped.

The attacker froze, realization breaking through the haze of obsession. Security seized her, yanking her to the ground. Yuta stood paralyzed, staring at Jungwoo's bleeding hand with wide, horrified eyes.

"Jungwoo!" Johnny shouted, racing forward.

Jungwoo swayed, the pain hitting him in waves. His knees buckled, and Johnny caught him just in time, lowering him gently to the pavement. Winwin was beside them in a heartbeat, pressing his hand around Jungwoo's wrist, trying to slow the bleeding.

"It's okay, it's okay, I've got you," Johnny whispered, voice shaking but steady enough for Jungwoo to cling to. "You're okay. Just stay awake."

Tears filled Jungwoo's eyes, both from the pain and from the horror of what almost happened. His voice trembled as he muttered, "She was... she was gonna—Yuta—"

"I know," Johnny said. "But you stopped her."

Taeyong, pale and focused, used his jacket and a spare cloth to stabilize the knife, wrapping it tightly so it wouldn't shift. "Don't take it out," he said quickly to the others. "We have to wait for the hospital."

The rest of the members formed a protective wall around them as they made it to the van. Doyoung and Mark stood alert near the doors, eyes scanning for anyone else. Jaehyun stayed close to Yuta, who was still in shock, whispering something only the two of them could hear.

In the van, Jungwoo was curled into Johnny's side, shaking slightly, but alive. Johnny kept a firm hold on him, voice low and comforting. Winwin sat on his other side, hand on his knee, anchoring him. Taeyong kept pressure on the makeshift wrap, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Nobody spoke much.

But everyone was there.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctors were ready. Johnny hesitated only a second before letting go, and even then, Jungwoo's hand lingered in his for a moment longer.

He'd taken a knife to save a member.

And every one of them knew—they would've done the same for him.

~~~

The lights above him were too bright.

Jungwoo blinked hard, but they wouldn't stop buzzing in his skull, like fluorescent bees behind his eyes. He felt cold and hot all at once, the weight of his body both feather-light and crushingly heavy. The voices were muffled, like he was underwater.

But the pain—
The pain was sharp and real.

His hand throbbed, a deep, pulsing ache that radiated up his arm. He turned his head slightly and saw it—his hand, still wrapped in Taeyong's jacket, now soaked deep red. A doctor hovered over him, cutting away the cloth, talking fast.

"...through the palm... missed major arteries, but there's tendon involvement... prep for imaging..."

Tendons. Missed arteries. These were real words. Medical words.

He had been stabbed.

By a fan.

Or someone pretending to be one.

Jungwoo blinked again, faster this time, as the fog started to lift. The world came back in pieces—harsh lights, the scent of antiseptic, the distant sound of a heart monitor. And then—Johnny. Right there beside him, hair messy, face pale but calm. He was gripping Jungwoo's uninjured hand tightly.

"You're okay," Johnny said softly. "They're taking care of you now."

Jungwoo wanted to say something back, but his throat was dry. All he could manage was a croaked, "Yuta?"

"He's fine." That was Taeyong's voice from the other side of the bed. He leaned in, eyes glassy but steady. "You saved him."

Jungwoo let out a shaky breath. His chest trembled, the shock rolling over him again. His heart wouldn't stop racing. Images flickered in his mind—the glint of the knife, Yuta's stunned face, the sound the blade made as it went in. His stomach turned.

"I didn't think," he murmured, finally finding his voice. "I just... saw it. And I moved."

"You did exactly what anyone would've wanted you to do," Johnny said, squeezing his fingers gently. "You protected him."

Jungwoo looked down again, saw the blood on his own chest from where his hand had been pressed. His body shivered at the memory. He hadn't even felt the blade go in—just the pressure, then the heat, then... numb.

He hated the numbness.

A nurse came by to administer something into his IV. "It's to help with the pain," she said kindly. "You'll get a scan in a few minutes."

He nodded, barely.

The moment she left, the tears came.

Not loudly. Not all at once. Just a silent flood—hot, bitter tears sliding down his temples and into his hair. He turned his face toward Johnny, ashamed, but needing the closeness.

Johnny didn't say anything. He just reached out and wiped one tear with his thumb, then leaned closer, pulling Jungwoo's head gently into the crook of his shoulder.

"You're allowed to cry," he whispered. "You're allowed to be scared."

"I didn't want to be brave," Jungwoo choked out.

"I know," Johnny said, voice thick. "But you were. And we're so, so proud of you."

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