The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, and the cold white walls did little to comfort the anxiety settling into Beomgyu’s chest. He sat stiffly in the waiting area with Taehyun beside him. Across from them, Soobin and Kai were silent—Kai clutching Soobin’s hand with pale knuckles, Soobin staring blankly at the ground.
The operation had been long.
The blood loss had been extreme.
The silence was suffocating.
Then—finally—the door opened. The surgeon stepped out, still in scrubs, his mask tugged down to reveal a tired but gentle expression.
“Yeonjun is out of surgery,” he said. “He’s stable.”
Beomgyu stood instantly, heart thudding.
“He’s alive?” Kai asked breathlessly.
“Yes,” the doctor nodded. “The blade narrowly missed his vital organs, but he lost a lot of blood. We were worried for a while, but… he held on. His vitals are improving now, though he’s unconscious. He’ll need time and rest, but—he’s going to live.”
A wave of emotion broke over them all.
Soobin let out a shaky breath, Kai burying his face in Soobin’s chest. Taehyun leaned his head back, relief pouring off him in silent tears.
Beomgyu didn’t cry—yet. He stood frozen, hands clenched, eyes locked on the ICU door.
“He really did it,” he whispered. “He really saved me.”
The others gave him space as he quietly made his way to Yeonjun’s room.
+×+
Inside the ICU
The room hummed softly with machines. The faint beeping of a heart monitor was the only confirmation that Yeonjun was still here.
Alive.
Beomgyu stepped in slowly. Yeonjun lay still, pale and bandaged, an oxygen tube resting beneath his nose, his lips chapped and dry. He looked so fragile, so unlike the man Beomgyu remembered—and yet still, undeniably, Yeonjun.
Beomgyu pulled the chair up beside the bed and sat down heavily.
For a long moment, he just stared.
Then he reached for Yeonjun’s hand—scarred and cold in his own—and held it gently.
“You stupid, reckless idiot,” Beomgyu whispered, his voice trembling. “Why did you do that? Why did you have to get in the way?”
He looked down, his vision blurring.
“I wanted to hate you forever. I wanted to move on and pretend you never meant anything to me. You destroyed everything back then… You chose your career, you broke us. And you didn’t even fight for me.”
His voice cracked. “Do you have any idea what I went through? Alone in the U.S., pretending I was okay? Do you know how much I resented you? How many nights I wanted to forget you, and couldn’t?”
Beomgyu wiped angrily at his tears.
“But then you show up. You take a knife for me like some tragic hero… like you’re trying to fix everything in one reckless act. And I should still hate you for that.”
His grip on Yeonjun’s hand tightened.
“But I don’t. I can’t. Not fully. Because even after everything… even after all the pain… I never stopped loving you.”
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Yeonjun’s hand gently, his tears soaking the skin.
“I don’t forgive you. Not yet. Maybe not for a while. But thank you—for not dying.”
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Only You (YeonGyu)
Fanfiction(completed) In a world that feels cold and unforgiving, a quiet student carries the weight of sadness and pain, navigating life with numb footsteps and a heart too used to disappointment. That is, until he meets him-his teacher. Charismatic, warm, a...
