Seongwoo Monologue

In this world, there’re two things that Hwang Minhyun and Ong Seongwoo’s were bad at : first, sport, second, fighting. In all his short seventeen years of living, it never crossed his mind there’d be a day he’d make such stupid decision by fighting a losing battle.
But Seongwoo looked like he’s one step away from death, Minhyun couldn’t just stay and watch.

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There’re times when Seongwoo saw scenes in flashes : bright lights, nameless faces, blooming flowers, a familiar back facing him.
Among unintelligible sounds he heard in between, he remembered listening a familiar voice singing quietly somewhere near.
This time, as he regained consciousness, a sight of familiar person welcomed his vision.
Minhyun’s reading as expected, a book Seongwoo
You should be grateful!”

One second and something red flashed before Minhyun. He sat up, turning to Seongwoo who apparently had mirrored him, sitting on the edge of the bed, face hidden in the shadow.

“ Tell me, did I miss something? I don’t understand, I should be the one asking. Why did you do that? I know you’re stupid but I didn’t know you’re that stupid. They’re seniors, five versus one! What the hell triggered you? You could’ve been dead, and you still say I should be grateful? The hell I need to be grateful for? Having you dead?”
Seongwoo didn’t understand, Minhyun couldn’t lose another family. He didn’t think he could survive another lose, he knew he wouldn’t. If the one who saved him were dead, how could he live?
The boy said nothing in return, only pushed himself back to inner part of his bed and pulled up his blanket until it covered his entire body. Muffled hum was audible from under the cover, combined with his sniffling, giving time for guilt to grow inside Minhyun.
Having hesitated for a moment, the latter eventually got up, closing the distance between their beds. “ Listen, I’m sorry,” He muttered, hovering over the other. “ I know I suck at fighting, but if they can stop beating you by beating me, I wouldn’t