☀️ Sunoo's POV
(cw: the following content contains making out scenes)
I was still in the classroom, lost in thought as lunch break stretched on. I had just finished eating with Jungwon, but now, the time seemed to drag. I sighed, glancing over at Heeseung. He was in his usual spot, staring off into space with his headphones on, likely lost in his own world of music. He looked peaceful, completely detached from everything around him. I found myself watching him, wondering what was going through his mind.
"Hey, Sunoo, catch!" A classmate's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I didn't have time to react before something hard smacked into the side of my head. "Ah!" I yelped, clutching the spot where the ball had hit. It really hurt. The ball was harder than I expected, and the sudden impact made my head throb.
Laughter erupted around me, and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. I glanced at Heeseung, hoping for some sort of reaction. He was looking at me now, but instead of his usual blank expression, he was frowning, his gaze dark and intense.
"You didn't even catch it properly," one of my classmates teased, still laughing.
"And I wasn't aware that you were going to throw it!" I shot back, standing up, my anger bubbling up. But before I could say anything more, another ball came flying at me, this time hitting my left arm. I flinched at the pain, feeling the sting spread through my arm.
Heeseung was by my side in an instant. He gently turned me to face him, his hands firm but soft on my arms. He looked at me with concern before turning his attention to our classmates. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were blazing.
"When you threw the ball to me, I was fine with that," Heeseung said in a low, controlled voice, "but you really didn't learn your lesson? That stab on your shoulder?"
He started walking toward them, and I could see the tension in his posture. I didn't want things to escalate, so I reached out, grabbing his arm to stop him. "Heeseung, please..." I whispered, hoping to calm him down.
But he gently moved my hand away, his focus entirely on the person who had thrown the ball. "Hit me? I'm fine with that, really. But hit Sunoo? No way."
"What? You're brave now?" our classmate sneered, stepping closer to Heeseung. "I mean, of course, you're a monster, Heeseung. You can actually kill people. Look what you did to me—stabbed me with a pen in front of everyone."
Laughter echoed through the room, but it was cut short when Heeseung suddenly punched him, the sound of the impact loud in the silence that followed. My heart jumped, shock paralyzing me for a moment. I quickly moved closer, pushing Heeseung back. My hands gripped his shoulders as I tried to hold him back.
Heeseung let out a deep sigh, looking down at me with a softness that was so different from the fury I had just seen. "Please... Don't... Just don't..." I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. "I'm fine, Heeseung. It was just probably a small joke."
Heeseung's gaze flickered with a mix of anger and guilt. "You... You were hurt..." he murmured, his voice barely audible.
I turned to look at the classmate who had been punched. He was getting up, rubbing his jaw with a clenched expression. For a second, it seemed like he might come at me, but another classmate held him back. Everything felt wrong, like the ground had shifted beneath me.
Heeseung's hand found my wrist, but I gently pushed him away, needing space to think. Without saying another word, I walked back to my seat, my legs feeling heavy. I sat down, grabbing the nearest book, pretending to read.
Jungwon burst into the room with his usual bright energy, but his smile quickly faded when he noticed the heavy silence that hung in the air. His eyes scanned the room, landing on me. "Oh... Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice softer, concerned.
