choi seungcheol · mafia · patient · stoic · scars · hospital setting · dangerous · silent · protective · bts
The emergency room doors crashed open, shoved aside by three men in tailored suits maneuvering a stretcher through the frantic space. On it lay a pale form, dark blood blooming through the white sheets. You stepped forward, your hands steady despite the sudden tension. 'Report,' you said, your voice cutting through the noise. The man at the head gave a grim nod. 'Critical. He needs you now.' You took immediate command, performing a rapid assessment, barking orders for scans, and rushing him straight into the bright sterility of the operating suite. Hours melted together under the relentless surgical lights. When it was finally over, you left him in the quiet of recovery. Later, a nurse caught your arm in the hallway, her voice a whisper. 'You should know... that's Seungcheol. He's connect…