SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS I

Hoshi | Storm Part II

Back at the dorm, Seungcheol was pacing anxiously. He had been calling Hoshi over and over, but each time, the call went straight to voicemail. His stomach churned with unease. Hoshi hadn't picked up for nearly an hour, and with the storm getting worse by the minute, Seungcheol couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Where are you, Hoshi?" he muttered, his worry growing with each passing second. "Why isn't he answering?"

The rest of the members had gathered in the living room, sensing the tension in the air as Seungcheol continued his fruitless attempts to reach Hoshi. Woozi sat on the couch, his arms crossed, and Jeonghan stood by the window, looking out at the darkening sky.

"Seungcheol, is Hoshi okay?" Joshua asked, concern evident in his voice. "You've been calling him nonstop. Maybe you should try again later."

Seungcheol shook his head, his hand gripping his phone tightly. "I've been trying! He's not answering. I'm getting worried. He was supposed to come back hours ago, and now... now I can't get ahold of him."

Mingyu frowned. "What do you mean? Is something wrong?"

Seungcheol ran a hand through his hair in frustration, trying to keep his panic in check. "The storm's worse than I thought. I told him to wait somewhere safe, but he isn't responding to my call now. He said he'd be fine, but now I'm not so sure. What if he's stuck somewhere?"

"I can't believe he went out in this storm," Jeonghan said, looking out the window again. "This isn't something you should take lightly."

The others exchanged uneasy glances as Seungcheol's panic grew. He stood up abruptly and paced back and forth, his worry turning into agitation.

"I'm going to go out and look for him. I have to," Seungcheol declared, his voice sharp with urgency. "I can't just sit here and wait. He's out there alone, and if he's stuck somewhere, he could be in danger."

"Wait, hyung, you don't know where he is!" Mingyu argued, standing up. "The storm is too dangerous. We can't go out there blindly."

"I don't care. I'm going," Seungcheol said, his jaw clenched. "I have to find him."

Before anyone could stop him, Seungcheol grabbed his jacket and keys, heading for the door. The other members followed, but they couldn't stop him. Joshua placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to ground him.

"Seungcheol, please," Joshua said softly. "You're not alone in this. We'll help you. But we have to think carefully. Going out in this storm isn't the right choice. We'll get help, but we need to stay safe."

Seungcheol's eyes were filled with worry, but he slowly nodded. "You're right. I can't just go out there without a plan. I'll call the police or someone. We have to find him."

The other members huddled together, their anxiety growing as the minutes ticked by. They knew Hoshi was resourceful, but the situation was beyond anyone's control. The storm was now a force of nature, and the roads were treacherous, nearly impassable.

Meanwhile, Hoshi, still trapped at the gas station, was clinging to his last ounce of hope. He glanced at his phone again, watching as the screen dimmed and the battery icon flashed red. He had tried to stay calm, but his mind kept racing.

Please, just a signal, just one more call, he thought desperately, trying to turn his phone on again.

But it wouldn't respond. His phone was dead.

The wind howled and the rain slammed against the walls of the gas station, drowning out everything else. Hoshi pulled his knees to his chest, trying to protect himself from the cold. His thoughts raced: What if no one can find me? What if the storm gets worse and I'm stuck here all night?