BTS Sick-/Hurtfic (HIATUS)

Self-blame - Hoseok

Requested by yoongissweatdrops
TW: anxiety, anxiety attacks, medical treatment, hospitalisation, physical injuries

The room was filled with the faint hum of hospital monitors. A sterile, cool light filtered through the blinds, casting slatted shadows onto the polished floor. Yoongi lay still on the hospital bed, his left arm wrapped in layers of gauze and suspended in a sling. His pale complexion stood out starkly against the sheets, and the slow rise and fall of his chest was the only sign that he was asleep and not unconscious.

Seokjin stood by the window, arms crossed and lips pressed together in a hard line. Namjoon paced by the door, his mind spinning with unanswered questions. Taehyung and Jimin sat both slumped on the stiff chairs, Taehyung head bowed as he scrolled absentmindedly through his phone. Jungkook leaned against the wall, biting the inside of his cheek in nervous thought.

And then there was Hoseok.

Hoseok sat hunched in a chair closest to Yoongi’s bedside. His fingers were tightly interlocked, white-knuckled and trembling slightly. His gaze was fixed on Yoongi, his face pale and drawn. The others could see the turmoil rolling through him, but none of them quite knew how to help.

The accident had happened so quickly.

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It had been an ordinary day of rehearsals. BTS was preparing for their upcoming tour, and the pressure was mounting. Long hours of practice left their bodies aching and their minds fatigued, but they pushed on. They always did.

“Alright, one more run-through, and we’ll call it a day,” Hoseok had said, clapping his hands together. Sweat dripped from his temples, but his voice carried an encouraging energy.

Everyone nodded, though their exhaustion was evident. The music started, and they launched into their choreography, every step sharp, every move precise.

But then, in the middle of a particularly complex lift sequence, something went wrong.

Yoongi was supposed to step forward at the exact moment Taehyung swung around him, but a slight misstep threw off their timing. The two collided, and Yoongi stumbled backward. His foot caught the edge of a platform, and he went down hard, his arm twisting unnaturally as he fell.

The room froze.

“Hyung!” Hoseok’s voice was the first to cut through the silence. He was at Yoongi’s side in an instant, his hands hovering over him as if afraid to make things worse.

Yoongi groaned, his face contorted in pain. “It’s fine,” he muttered through gritted teeth, though the pallor of his face and the way he cradled his arm said otherwise.

Seokjin knelt beside him, his medical instincts kicking in. “Don’t move,” he said firmly, his hands gentle but steady as he assessed the injury. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

Hoseok’s breaths came fast and shallow as he watched Seokjin and Namjoon help Yoongi to his feet. He replayed the moment in his head over and over again—the misstep, the fall, the sound of Yoongi hitting the ground. He should have been paying more attention. He should have stopped it. He should have done something.

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Hours later, after Yoongi had been admitted to the hospital and the doctors confirmed a fractured arm and some minor bruising, the group sat in the waiting room. Relief mixed with tension, but for Hoseok, relief was nowhere to be found.

“This is my fault,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook asked, his brows knitting together in concern.