It was the 4th day sungyeol had been missing and infinite were starting to get worried. Myungsoo, although was mad, still wondered where sungyeol was. It was’t like sungyeol to skip classes without notifying them—or where they even still on that stage of friendship? Myungsoo did not want to think about it—Did he ran away from guilt?

Jaehwan goes to school and the other vixx members still do, and they occasionally exchange greetings unlike with Jaehwan. He opts for turning his head away in time for them to greet. Sunggyu had expected N to yell at Jaehwan, or anything for that matter, but only looked at them apologetically before going on their way.

It wasn’t until lunch when myungsoo decided to skip swimming classes, because really, it was so hot, when sungyeol entered, creating a fuss between students.

He still wasn’t well enough but he’d had to deal with something after school, he’s parents were asked to come here, and jaehwan had no choice.

Sungyeol’s back is against the wall, his board shorts making his bandages on his lower thigh and right visible, his clothes still on. The teacher whistles and announces who goes first and spots sungyeol from a cross the pool.

“Lee Sungyeol-sshi” He yells, gaining the attention of everyone. Sungyeol doesn’t look fazed, only focused how his wrist is aching and thank god myungsoo wasn’t here.

“Yes?” He asks.

The teacher, angered by his lack of enthusiasm—sungyeol assumed he was new because he hadn’t seen this face before, what happened to Shim-ssaeng?—started to yell again. “get into position!”

Sungyeol bit his lips before nodding, going to his position, the teacher looking at the other students before blowing the whistle, not noticing the gasp of everyone.

Sungyeol had removed his shirt, the bandage circling his torso had spots of red forming because of moving too much and his chest area and back had angry scratches that hadn’t healed yet due to his stubbornness of staying in bed.

Sungyeol only hopes myungsoo doesn’t decided to go to class the last minute.

Before any of the students could react, he had dived into the pool and started swimming, the ones who were in position looked at sungyeol before deciding to dive, one of the boys who were in position, went to the teacher.

“S-saeng..” He yelled.

The teacher finally turns his head and looks at the crowd, shocks and fear written on their faces as they look at sungyeol swimming and the guys doing the same though alert at helping him in need because sungyeol wasn’t stopping.

He scoots closer to the pool, his eyes widening as sungyeol’s lap is done and he had rose from the pool, his bandage now visible with blood, limping his way towards his thrown shirt. The students who were near him, gathered.

“Oppa, are you okay?!”

“You’re bleeding!”

The teacher snaps out from his shock and ran to sungyeol, grabbing him by his arms. “Sungyeol-sshi, I think it’d be best to go to the ho—“

Sungyeol cuts him off by snatching his hand away, bowing and saying “I’m fine” he crouches down on the wall he had leaned earlier before picking up his discarded medicine, swallowing it dryly.

“Can I go fix myself?” He asks, the teacher wordlessly nodded.

Sungyeol was at the back of the school, already dried and changed from his clothes when he started to treat his wounds. He really is thankful for the butler at his home—or house or whatever you call it for forcing him to bring his meds and emergency supply of bandages.

He feels feint. He ha