I Told You I Want to Die

C2

"You are seriously rude. Do you know that?" was the first thing that Sunggyu heard once he entered the teacher's room. He sat on the vacant seat beside Hoya, crossed his legs and raised his eyebrows.

"And so? You're rude to me half the time we're together," Sunggyu raised a finger to stop Hoya from interrupting. "And you don't even have the right to be. I'm your hyung." he continued.

"I don't care, hyung. Besides, we're friends. I still have half the right." Hoya pointed out. Sunggyu shrugged and uncrossed his legs. He slowly drummed his slender fingers on the table in front of them.

Hoya slapped Sunggyu's hand away only to earn a cold glare. "So why did you call me and hang up on me like that?"

Sunggyu continued to glare and massaged his hand. "No reason."

A few of the other teachers looked at him, probably criticizing his outfit. What he's wearing is totally different from his usual outfit. Hoya was even surprised at the sudden change. Sunggyu added color to his outfit. It was almost close to what Hoya was wearing: jeans, purple shirt, and a black jacket over it. Sunggyu wore the usual but the color of his shirt is white. Crisp, clear white. The sudden brightness of Sunggyu's clothes blinded Hoya. Sunggyu looked around and the teachers immediately diverted their gazes.

"Then, why the sudden change?" Hoya asked.

Sunggyu sighed before replying. "No reason."

"I bet there is." someone said. Sunggyu saw Mr. Park, the history professor. Mr Park sneered at him. "Is there a guy involved?"

Sunggyu's anger rose quickly and Hoya saw it. He held Sunggyu's wrist before it can even throw a punch at Mr. Park. On the other hand, Mr. Park just walked away and hid an evil grin. Sunggyu felt his lungs constrict.

"Hyung, remember to breathe." Hoya told Sunggyu. He always got scared whenever he sees Sunggyu's difficulty to breathe. Although he can be an intense nagger, Hoya didn't want Sunggyu to die. A friend is always a friend; Hoya is always willing to help Sunggyu in everything and in every way possible. He fetched Sunggyu's nasal cannula and placed the plastic tubes in Sunggyu's nose. Moments later, Sunggyu was able to breathe normally again. Hoya let out a sigh of relief and rubbed Sunggyu's back. Everybody else were stunned by the scene. They weren't used to Sunggyu's episodes. Most of them were also old, so such scenes alarmed them.

"Ugh, so weak." Mr. Park commented. Hoya glared at him.

"I want to help somebody." Sunggyu said, out of the blue.

Hoya's ears perked up at what Sunggyu said. It was rare for Sunggyu to help somebody except for pretty college girls or talented music majors. Sunggyu helped because he was obliged. Not because he wanted to. So Hoya wondered about Sunggyu's statement.

"Help me find him, Hoya." Sunggyu grasped Hoya's wrists, almost with desperation. Their eyes met and Hoya saw the urgency of Sunggyu's request. It creeped him out. Sunggyu's riddle-like changes are bothering him.

"So it is a guy," Mr. Park said. Hoya felt his own anger boiling inside him. He sent Sunggyu a knowing gaze. Sunggyu nodded and took off the plastic tubes, carried his nasal cannula and walked out of the room. Hoya sent one last glare at Mr. Park and headed off as well. He saw Sunggyu walking towards the stairs leading up to the second floor where the music room is located. It took a while before they finally reached the room because of Sunggyu's breathing difficulties. Once they actually reached it, Hoya locked the door. Sunggyu immediately went to the piano and played a sad tune.

"That man is starting to get on my nerves. He's just some crazy homophobic. We're not even gay!" Hoya exclaimed. Then he took notice of the tune that Sunggyu was playing. It brought back memories that he didn't want to remember on such short notice. Hoya shrugged the sad feeling aside.