were you looking for me? (heesun)

fourteen. (?)

☀️ Sunoo's POV

I sat on the bench, earphones on, trying to focus on the random sketch in front of me, but my heart wasn’t in it. My hand moved absentmindedly across the paper, lines and shapes forming without much thought. I sighed, dropping the pencil onto my lap. My eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of him—still nothing. No Heeseung.

I bit my lower lip, worried bubbling in my chest.

Is he okay?

I wondered, my heart was sinking a little further. He hadn’t messaged me all day, and that wasn’t like him. I glanced down and noticed a small flower on the ground beside the bench. Yellow petals, bright and delicate. I reached down, picking it up carefully.

For a moment, I stared at it, feeling a strange sense of calm, but it didn’t last long. Something was off.

I placed the flower gently on the bench beside me and stood up, looking around once more, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

That’s when I saw Jungwon, running toward me, his face etched with something I couldn’t quite place.

Panic?

Fear?

His eyes were wide, his breath coming out in short bursts as he got closer.

Before I could react, he reached me, grabbing both my arms tightly. The sudden movement made me drop my pencil and sketchpad to the ground, but I didn’t care. His grip was strong, almost desperate.

“Sunoo!” he shouted, his voice shaky.

I blinked in confusion, my heart pounding in my chest. “Jungwon?! What’s going on?!”

He gasped for air, still holding onto me like I might slip away. “Sunoo… Sunoo, are you okay?” His voice was frantic, and I could feel his panic transferring to me, making my own chest tighten.

“I’m fine,” I said quickly, my hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders. “I’m okay, but... Jungwon, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”

His grip tightened as he struggled to catch his breath. “It’s Heeseung...”

My stomach dropped. “Heeseung? What happened to Heeseung?” My voice came out higher, more desperate than I intended.

Jungwon leaned against me, panting, his forehead brushing my shoulder. “He... he was brought to the clinic after—” He stopped, gasping for air like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough.

“After what?” I urged, my voice trembling.

“He fainted,” Jungwon finally managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.

My heart stopped. “What?!”

I didn’t wait for him to say anything else. My feet moved before my mind could catch up, and I was running, running as fast as I could.

The world around me blurred, my breath coming out in sharp, panicked gasps. I didn’t know what had happened to Heeseung, but I needed to see him. I needed to know he was okay. The pathway stretched ahead of me, endless and terrifying, but I didn’t stop.

“Please, please be okay,” I whispered to myself, my chest tightening with every step. The thought of him lying there, unconscious, made my heart race faster than my feet.

Heeseung... he couldn’t be hurt. Not him. Not my Heeseung.

I rushed into the school building, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way to the clinic. Without hesitating, I knocked on the door. Silence. No response.