✓ sweater weather | heehoon

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Heeseung woke up in the middle of the night, panting, his eyes blurry as soon as he opened them. He felt his heart racing so fast, almost as fast as lightning itself.

His grip tightened on his shirt, well, Sunghoon's shirt, and he wanted to rip it off of himself. It was way too hot, and he was practically drenched in sweat, feeling as though he was not able to breathe properly.

He gulps as he closes his eyes again, trying his best to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth. He even fixed his posture, as if it would somehow help his erratical breathing.

But nothing was working.

He needed Sunghoon.

He carefully stood up from the bed, the world around him immediately twisting as he got up, feeling as dizzier as ever.

As he walked down the stairs, his legs almost gave up on him. But no matter how shit he felt, he needed to get to his only support system. Especially with this situation.

And with that in mind, he found himself standing behind the living room couch, where Sunghoon was still awake, scrolling on his phone mindlessly.

As soon as he noticed Heeseung, he put his phone to the side, shocked at how exhausted Heeseung looked, his body almost giving up on him.

He walked closer and closer, and when he was almost too close to the sitting Sunghoon, he threw himself on the couch hard. Sunghoon immediately caught him in his hands, even more worried now that Heeseung was breathing heavier, his eyes shutting tightly in pain.

"Heeseung? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he frantically asks, concerned to see him in this state. He clearly wasn't okay, and if the tears that were now falling down to his cheeks weren't saying so, then he didn't know what did.

Heeseung covered his eyes with his hands, leaning his whole body weight on the sofa and throwing his head back. Tears streamed down his face, gritting his teeth as he cried. Heeseung was always a silent crier, so Sunghoon could barely hear him. All he saw was his chest practically having a seizure from heaving up and down so goddamn much.

"Chris..." he sobs out, and Sunghoon's eyes immediately darken.

"That fucking bitch? Tell me, Heeseung. What did he do now? Did he call you again? I swear to God, Heeseung, I will kill that motherfucker if he did something else-"

"No! He didn't..." Heeseung sighs, his breath shaky as he does so. "He didn't do anything else...I just-"

He pauses, averting his eyes to the side. Sunghoon noticed that the tint in his face turned into an even more bright red as he bit his lip. He was too embarrassed to tell him what was going on, and Sunghoon knew this just by the way he was acting.

He knew Heeseung so well, a little too well, and he could read him so easily. Sunghoon's expression softened as he leaned in and caressed his face, a soft smile forming.

"Hey...you can tell me anything. I'll always listen." He practically whispered it, so close to Heeseung's ear. Heeseung shudders at the breath tickling him.

"I just had a bad dream, that's all." He pouts, his eyebrows creasing into a furrow and his chubby cheeks looked so cute to Sunghoon, who was currently snickering at Heeseung's expression.

Then he stopped laughing, his face slowly forming into a more serious expression once Heeseung stopped pouting. Once his silliness faded away. This time, he looked sad again, as if he couldn't hide his sadness for even a second.

"Wanna talk about it? That's why I'm here, you know," Sunghoon reminds him, placing his hand on Heeseung's thigh to comfort him. To let him know he's by his side, and always will be. "If you're scared that I'm gonna judge you, I assure you, I'm not."