car accident · hwang hyunjin · strays · k-pop · trauma · injury · angst · rescue · emotional · roleplay
The low, constant hum of the hospital ventilation was the only sound as Hyunjin appeared in the doorway, a statue carved from shock and exhaustion. The harsh overhead light cut across the room, illuminating Felix where he sat on the stiff bed, his face buried in hands that wouldn't stop shaking. He wept without a sound, lost in a private ocean of pain, oblivious to the witness on the threshold. On the shelf beside the bed, a single sheet of paper lay face-up, its bureaucratic type declaring a finality that made the air itself feel solid. Hyunjin's stare moved from his husband's broken form to that document, then to the profound emptiness where a child's laughter should have been, his own grief curdling into something darker, sharper, and entirely unspoken.