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Jaemin nct dream - accident

@armybtsjhope_ here's your request. Sorry it's not long like you want, but still hope you enjoy it.
1000 words.

The music video shoot had been progressing smoothly all day. NCT Dream was in high spirits, energized by the excitement of filming a powerful concept that blended mythic visuals with raw choreography. It was a concept that pushed their limits, but they welcomed the challenge with open arms.

Mark's solo scene had always been the centerpiece. The director had envisioned a symbolic moment—Mark standing alone beneath a towering, ancient-looking stone pillar as dust blew around him, a metaphor for resilience and burden. But even with safety checks in place, everyone on set couldn't shake off a nagging unease.

The pillar loomed like a relic from another world, cracked and weathered. Mark took his place beneath it. The crew fell silent. The camera rolled.

Each member stood nearby, watching. Haechan's brow furrowed, arms crossed, the usual spark of mischief in his eyes replaced with concern. Renjun muttered something in Mandarin under his breath—a quiet prayer maybe. Chenle bounced lightly on his feet, trying to mask his anxiety with motion, Jisung next to him was holding his hand. Jeno was unusually still, his eyes locked on Mark. Jaemin stood a little apart, his hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Action," the director called.

Mark delivered the scene flawlessly. He raised his eyes to the sky, the wind catching his shirt just so. The camera moved in. The air seemed to hold its breath with everyone else.

"Cut!" the director finally shouted.

A wave of relief passed over the crew. Laughter and applause broke out. Mark jogged back to the others, brushing off the dust from his pants.

"That was epic," Haechan said, grinning.

Mark laughed. "Not bad, right?"

And then it happened.

A deep, low groan echoed across the set. Everyone turned.

The pillar wobbled.

It tilted—not forward, not toward where Mark had just stood, but sideways, toward where the members were now clustered.

Time fractured.

Jaemin moved first.

Without thinking, without pause, his body reacted. His feet pounded the ground. Mark's smile fell. The others began to scatter, but the falling pillar was faster than their brains could register.

Jaemin grabbed Mark's arm and shoved him hard toward the left, his own momentum throwing him into Chenle and Jisung. They all collapsed to the ground in a tangle. Behind them, the pillar smashed down with a deafening crash, stone splitting, dust exploding outward.

Renjun's heart leapt into his throat. He turned back, blinking through the cloud of dust, his ears ringing. "Jaemin?" he called out.

A beat.

Then another.

He saw the others—Mark coughing, Chenle's hands scrabbling for Jisung, Haechan stumbling upright.

But Jaemin was not moving.

Half of his body—his entire right side—was trapped beneath the shattered pillar.

Panic erupted.

Mark froze. His heart thudded in his ears. He had felt Jaemin's hands push him. He had seen Jaemin's eyes in that last second—focused, determined, and completely unafraid. Mark tried to move, but his legs didn't respond. All he could see was the outline of Jaemin's body, crushed under tons of stone. Guilt swallowed him whole.

Haechan dropped to his knees beside Jaemin, his hands hovering uselessly. "Jaemin...ya, Jaemin! Can you hear me?!" His voice cracked. "Somebody help!"

Jisung stood paralyzed. He felt like a kid again, small and helpless. He had always seen Jaemin as someone indestructible—cool, weird (a/n: let's be honest he so weirdly unique, but that's why we love him), always smiling. Now he looked broken, pale, crushed. Jisung's eyes filled with tears he didn't know he was shedding.

Renjun's hands shook. He gripped his phone tightly, his fingers fumbling as he tried to dial emergency services. His rational mind was fighting through the fog of terror, but all he could think of was Jaemin's laugh earlier that day, his jokes during makeup, the way he always made the others laugh.

Chenle kept saying, "No no no no no," under his breath, a chant of disbelief. He crawled forward, ignoring the dust and pain in his elbows, trying to reach Jaemin's free hand.

Mark finally snapped back into motion. He rushed forward and dropped to Jaemin's left side, taking his hand. "Hang on. We've got you. You saved me. You idiot...you saved me."

Jaemin's eyes fluttered open, barely. He tried to smile. It came out lopsided.

Firefighters arrived minutes later. They assessed the scene swiftly. "Too heavy to lift manually," one said. "We'll need cutting tools. Stabilize the structure."

Every minute felt like an eternity.

They watched, helpless, as metal shrieked and stone shifted. The smell of dust and sweat and fear was suffocating.

Finally, they freed him.

Bloodied, bruised, but alive. His right leg twisted unnaturally, his arm bent wrong. Oxygen mask over his face. He was rushed into the ambulance.

The hospital waiting room was silent.

No one spoke. No one moved.

Hours passed.

A doctor came out. Broken leg, broken arm. Collapsed lung. But alive.

They were allowed in, two at a time.

Mark and Renjun went first. Jaemin looked like a different person—hooked up to monitors, his chest rising and falling with the help of machines. His right side was bandaged and encased in casts. But he smiled.

"Told you I'd make it epic," he whispered.

Mark broke. He wept into Jaemin's hand.

Renjun clutched the bedrail, tears dripping silently.

Outside, the others waited. Haechan hugged Jisung tightly. Chenle leaned his head on Jeno's shoulder until they came out.

They stayed at the hospital all night.

And in the weeks to come, they would return every day.

Because Jaemin had saved one of them, and they knew he'll do it all over again.
And in doing so, he reminded them all what their bond truly meant.

They were brothers.

And they would face everything—falling skies and all—together.

Thanks for reading. What do you think? The ending is rushed isn't it ?