𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓. ༆ heesun

six

sunoo woke up in a jolt. a bug had landed on his face which caused his body to roll down the hill he was currently napping on. he rolled face first into a tree and he swore he heard something crack when he impacted the tree bark. he crawled away with pain sketched on his face and he was breathing heavily. he felt like a sharp knife had stabbed him in the stomach multiple times.

he used all his strength to stand up on his two feet and almost instantly, his arms wrapped around his tummy to somewhat ease the pain. it didn't work though. he wobbled back to the dorms and he was in despair when he saw that the elevator wasn't working. he had to walk up the  stairs with so much pain, it was so unbearable that a few tears slipped from his eyes.

he finally made it to his dorm, and he opened it with a small whimper as he had to use his body to push the door open. he shut the door behind him and saw his roommate doing something on the small kitchen island. he rolled his eyes and walked with a small limp to his room, but he was stopped by the voice of the other guy in the dorm.

"where were you?" sunoo scoffed lightly when he heard heeseungs annoying voice.

"none of your business." heeseung turned in his spinning chair and faced sunoo. his eyes looked like it could kill someone. he also had a pencil in his hand, and it seemed like the poor object was about to snap underneath his grip.

"it's 8 pm."

"so? why do you care on wherever i went?" sunoo gave a dirty look to heeseung. is he always this nosey?

"am i not allowed to be informed about your whereabouts?"

"no? who do you think you are to be on my ass?" heeseung was visibly annoyed at sunoos sassy remarks. it was a simple question of 'where were you?', sunoo is making it seem like he's asking for his social security number or something.

"is this how you respond to your parents whenever they ask you where you were?"

"no because you're not my parents. you're just some jerk i so happened to be fucking roommates with, and now you want to weasel into my business?"

heeseung sighed and rolled his eyes.

"you're over complicating this."

"oh yeah? well i don't care."

sunoo finally slammed the door shut to his room. heeseung pursed his lips at the sudden argument sunoo started and he sighed. it reminded him of his home life. the pointless arguments. the pointless yelling. it threw him off a little.

for the first time in a while, he felt guilt in his heart. was he really being too nosey? was he not minding his own business?  he was just... a little worried on why sunoo had been coming back later than usual. he rested his cheek on the palm of his hand and stared at the worksheet he was doing before sunoo came. he lost all his energy to even do anything right now.

he shut his laptop and put the worksheet in his folder, sorting out all his pencils and pens in his little pencil pouch before leaving to turn off the lights and head to his room. maybe it was best for him to sleep early today.

meanwhile sunoo, he was fighting for his life. his body was reclined over his bed as he tried to ease the pain without screaming. he had nothing, no pain killers, no bandaids, no heating pads, no ice packs, no nothing. all he had was his cold ass room that made his bruise even more sensitive.