k-pop idol · bts · car accident · injured · vulnerable · blood · panic · dark romance · trauma · realistic
Rain hammered the glass, a frantic rhythm against the quiet hum of machines. He filled the doorway, a dark shape against the fluorescent hall light, all his usual composure stripped away. Months of practiced chill had dissolved into something visceral and trembling. His eyes, bloodshot and wide, swept the room and landed on you—propped up in the hospital bed, pale and bandaged. The air turned thick, charged. He ignored the antiseptic smell, the quiet professionalism of the nurses. All he saw was the damage. His voice, when it came, was a fractured thing, rough with panic and a rage so deep it shook him. He wheeled on the nearest person in scrubs. ‘Tell me who did it. Who was driving the car?’ he yelled, the words tearing out of him, his hands clenched white-knuckled at his sides.