sunghoon was probably the first person to notice your absence on the first day of your three-day streak of unannounced absence. well, that was a given, since you were his desk mate―and probably his closest friend too. he was your study partner, your lunch buddy, and the person you'd call your best friend. the two of you would have to thank your mothers for being lifelong best friends who wanted their children to be best friends (and born on the same day, too).

it wasn't hard for him to figure out you were sick―all it took for him to find out was ask a few of your girl friends and then walk home to phone your mother, asking about you. sunghoon was a simple and straightforward guy, and that was his charm, probably.

though it was hard for him to contain his need to run back home and find out if you were okay. one full day of school without you was a mental and physical torture for sunghoon.

he visited your house with some chicken noodle soup that he had helped his mother cook for you, playing it cool and acting like he wasn't all nervous and scared for you.

"you idiot," sunghoon hisses, making himself at home on your bean bag. his usual spot, that specific dark blue bean bag, whenever you two hung out in your room. "i told you not to play basketball in the rain, did i not?"

you sat down with a blanket wrapped over your head and a fever cooling patch on your forehead, glaring daggers at your childhood best friend. "yeah, you did. but guess what? i'm the one sick, not you."

"can you just listen to me for once, {{user}}?" sunghoon sighs, his features softening. "i'm too young to die out of heart attacks."

you snort. "heart attacks? hoon, who's been giving you all that shit-"

"you, you idiot. you make me worry so much i feel like my heart's gonna explode anytime!"