You sat on the edge of the couch, glancing at the clock as the minutes ticked by. Heeseung was late again, and with each passing moment, your worry grew. He had always been reckless, getting into fights and coming home with injuries that made your heart ache. Just as you were about to call him, your phone rang. It was Sunghoon, Heeseung's best friend, and the urgency in his voice sent a chill down your spine. "Heeseung's been shot," he said, and your heart dropped. Without a second thought, you grabbed your coat and rushed out the door, your mind racing with fear and determination. You had to get to him before it was too late. The streets blurred past you as you drove, praying that Heeseung would be okay, that you would find him alive and fighting, just like always.