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Soobin txt - fight/stabbed part 2

@MalakMimi541. Here's part two.
Manage to do it and I'm satisfied with it. Hope you are too.
1000 words

The hours after the ambulance left blurred into a haze of hospital lights and the smell of antiseptic. Beomgyu couldn't even tell when he started crying-only that he didn't stop. None of them did.

They'd stood outside the operating room for what felt like an eternity. Bloodied clothes. Blank stares. Soobin had crashed in the ambulance. His heart had stopped. They'd brought him back, the paramedics said. Barely. And now, he was behind those double doors, where doctors fought to keep him alive while the boys sat in a waiting room that felt more like purgatory.

Hueningkai clung to Yeonjun's sleeve like a lifeline. Taehyun's hands were clasped together so tightly his knuckles were bloodless. Beomgyu couldn't stop shaking. It was only Yeonjun-usually loud, bright Yeonjun-who stood still, his gaze sharp, silently demanding the universe bring their leader back.

And then the surgeon came.

The surgery went okay, they were told.

A beat of collective relief.

But then the words turned colder. His liver was damaged beyond repair. He was alive, yes-but he wouldn't stay that way without a transplant. He was on the list now, but there were no promises. No timeline.

The silence that followed was even heavier than the one in the van that morning.

"Can he get a liver from a living donor?" Yeonjun's voice broke the stillness. Rough. Determined.

The doctor nodded. "In some cases, yes."

And then they were all standing. Voices overlapping. Test me. I want to help. I'll do anything.

Soobin's ICU room was dim and sterile, the monitors beeping steadily like a lullaby holding back death.

He looked... gone.

Pale. Intubated. Tubes and wires everywhere. A central line, heart monitor, oxygen levels on display for all to see. This wasn't the Soobin who smiled quietly at them during rehearsals, who handed water bottles to Hueningkai, who checked their bags twice before flights. This wasn't their leader.

But he was still breathing.

So they stayed. All four of them. Quiet, shattered shadows in chairs beside him, waiting for test results that felt like lottery tickets drawn by fate.

Hours passed.

And then the doctor returned, his eyes softer this time.

"Taehyun is a match."

The gasp that left Hueningkai's throat was almost a sob. Beomgyu grabbed Taehyun's hand, holding on tightly. Yeonjun closed his eyes in visible relief.

But the surgeon wasn't done. "We'll plan for surgery tomorrow or the day after. But first, Taehyun will need to meet with our psychiatrist. It's required-just to be sure he's ready emotionally. It's standard procedure."

Taehyun only nodded. "I'll do it. Whatever it takes."

That evening, Taehyun sat across from a hospital-appointed psychiatrist.

He didn't cry. He didn't fidget.

He simply said: "He saved Beomgyu. He would've died for any of us. I want to do this. He'd do the same."

The psychiatrist looked at him for a long time, finally scribbling notes with a faint smile. "You're very brave."

"I'm not," Taehyun replied. "I'm just doing what family does."

That night, they weren't idols. Not performers. Just five boys in pain.

When the ICU visiting hours ended, they didn't leave the hospital. They just went to Taehyun's room on the floor below the ICU . It had one bed, but they made do.

Dinner was quiet. Taehyun didn't eat -he had to fast. Hueningkai stayed glued to his side, curling into the narrow hospital bed with him. Beomgyu and Yeonjun sat in chairs nearby, barely sleeping.

They didn't talk much. What could they say?

When morning came, the air was tense with fear. But under it, something stronger hummed-hope.

Yeonjun insisted on staying with Soobin, even if he wasn't awake, while Beomgyu and Hueningkai escorted Taehyun toward surgery. The hallway was long, far too bright, sterile and cold.

"If you want to back out," Hueningkai whispered, "we won't think any less of you."

But Taehyun just smiled gently. "I'm not backing out. I need him to come back."

And then they reached the doors. The point of no return.

Beomgyu gripped Taehyun's shoulder. "We love you, you know."

"I know," Taehyun said. "I love you, too."

They watched him go, then stood there for a long time, hands clasped, hearts thundering in unison.

Taehyun's surgery ended first.

The surgeon emerged with a soft smile. "He did great. Everything went smoothly."

The relief was tidal.

Soobin was still in the OR, but they were told it wouldn't be long now. When they wheeled Soobin out at last, he looked almost the same as before-but different, too.

Alive.

That word meant everything now.

The doctor confirmed the surgery went well. The liver had taken. It was now a matter of time-rest, healing, hope.

~~~

Taehyun's parents were already by his side when he began to stir. His voice was thick, slurred, but warm.

"Soobin... he's okay?"

Beomgyu had just come in when he heard it. He smiled through his tears. "Yeah. He's okay, Tae."

"Good." Taehyun sank back into the pillow. "That's all I wanted."

They took turns between rooms. No one was left alone.

By the time Soobin began to wake, Beomgyu and Hueningkai were in his room. The monitors beeped steadily, oxygen hissing faintly.

Soobin's eyelids fluttered. A soft sound escaped his throat, hoarse and confused.

"Hyung?" Beomgyu leaned forward instantly. "Hey, hey..don't move too much. You're okay."

Soobin's eyes blinked open, unfocused, but slowly beginning to register. He looked around. He saw the machines. The IVs.

Then he saw Beomgyu.

And the tears came, unbidden, unstoppable.

"I thought...." Soobin's voice cracked.

"You're alive," Hueningkai said, clutching his hand.

Then the door opened.

Yeonjun and Taehyun entered. Taehyun was in a wheelchair, hospital gown and all. Pale but smiling.

Soobin's brows furrowed. Confused. His gaze flicked to the chair. "What...?"

Yeonjun knelt beside him. "You needed a liver, Soob. Taehyun... he gave you part of his."

Soobin's eyes filled again.

"I didn't do anything you wouldn't have done," Taehyun said simply.

Beomgyu swallowed hard. "You saved me, hyung. And then he saved you."

Soobin's lip trembled. He tried to speak-but instead he just cried, silent and overwhelmed.

And they cried with him.

Because they were whole again.

Not unscarred.

Not untouched.

But together.

And that was enough.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. This ending is a bit happier and complete 😂😂