Save me.. ||MINSUNG HIGH SCHOOL AU

Everything Changes in a Second

The air was so thick with fear it was suffocating. Minho pressed himself tighter against the wall, his hand still gripping Jisung's. He could feel Jisung's shaky breaths and the slight tremors in his body, mirroring his own panic. Felix crouched beside them, his wide eyes locked on the dark figure now standing just a few feet away.

The footsteps stopped right in front of the alcove.

Minho's heart pounded so loudly he swore the person outside could hear it. The shadow shifted slightly, and the tension grew unbearable. *Please, just leave. Please, please—*

Then, the figure stepped into the alcove, and everything happened at once.

"RUN!" Felix screamed, shoving Minho and Jisung forward.

The three of them bolted down the hallway, footsteps pounding against the tiles, fear clawing at their throats. Minho didn't look back—he couldn't. All that mattered was getting away.

Then—

BANG!

The sound exploded behind them, deafening in the narrow hall.

Minho's legs gave out as panic overtook him, but just before he hit the ground, he felt Jisung's grip on his hand slacken.

And then—

Jisung fell.

"No!" Minho cried, his voice breaking as Jisung collapsed beside him, clutching his side. Blood. There was so much blood.

Felix skidded to a halt, horror flashing across his face. "Jisung!"

Jisung gasped, his hand pressing down on the wound, but the blood kept seeping through his fingers. His face twisted in pain, eyes wide with panic.

"Minho—" His voice was faint, barely audible over the chaos in Minho's head.

Minho dropped to his knees, hands trembling as he pressed down over Jisung's. "No, no, no, you're okay. You're fine. Just—stay with me."

Jisung's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering as the shock started to settle in.

"Felix!" Minho shouted, panic making his voice sharp. "We need to get him out of here!"

Felix nodded frantically, his hands shaking as he looked down the hall. "We're not far from the stairwell—if we can carry him—"

Another gunshot rang out, closer this time, and they both ducked instinctively.

"We have to move, now!" Felix hissed, fear wild in his eyes.

Minho looked down at Jisung, whose breaths were coming faster, shallow and labored.

"Come on, Jisung," Minho whispered urgently, slipping an arm under his shoulder. "I've got you. I'm not leaving you here."

Jisung tried to nod, though his strength was fading fast.

"Stay awake. Please," Minho whispered, his heart breaking as he saw the fear in Jisung's eyes.

Felix grabbed Jisung's other side, and together, they heaved him up. Jisung let out a strangled groan of pain, but he bit his lip to keep from crying out.

They staggered toward the stairwell, every second feeling like a ticking time bomb. The blood was warm against Minho's hands, and he knew they didn't have much time.

As they reached the stairwell door, another sound stopped them in their tracks—

Footsteps.

Heavy, deliberate footsteps. And they were getting closer.

Minho's heart plummeted.

"Minho—" Jisung's voice was barely above a whisper, but it was filled with fear.

They didn't have time to run.

The shooter was right behind them.

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To be continued...