choi seungcheol · mafia · patient · stoic · scars · hospital setting · dangerous · silent · protective · bts
The ER doors burst open, three suited men forcing a stretcher through the chaos. On it lay a pale figure, blood soaking through white fabric. You stepped forward, hands steady despite the tension. “What’s the situation?” The lead man nodded grimly. “Urgent case.” You took over immediately, scanning for damage, ordering tests, rushing him into surgery. Hours blurred in the sterile glow of the OR. When it was done, you left him in recovery. Later, a nurse pulled you aside. “Be careful,” she whispered. “That’s Seungcheol. Mafia.” You frowned. “He’s a patient.” Days passed. You checked on him, but he vanished before discharge. The bed was empty. You whispered, “Farewell.” Months later, walking home after a long shift, gunshots cracked the night. Someone yanked yo…