Chapter 20: You can't fucking die, okay?

                                    

                                          
Ricky's heart was pounding in his chest as he paced back and forth at the park, his mind spinning with anxiety and fear. He had been waiting for what felt like hours, but in reality, only minutes had passed. His eyes kept darting to the road, hoping to see any sign of Hanbin and Zhang Hao. He couldn't stand still — his feet kept moving, his hands trembling, his heart racing as Sanghoon's sinister words echoed in his head.
"He's going to die today."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Ricky muttered under his breath, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He felt helpless, like time was slipping away and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Finally, the sound of tires skidding against the gravel made Ricky snap his head up. Zhang Hao was riding Gyuvin's cycle, and Hanbin was seated behind him, gripping Hao's shoulders tightly. As soon as they reached him, Hao skidded the bike to a stop, and both he and Hanbin jumped off. Zhang Hao's face was pale, his eyes wide with worry. Hanbin looked equally rattled.
"What happened?!" Zhang Hao asked breathlessly, his voice high-pitched and panicked. His hands were shaking as he stood in front of Ricky, who was pacing so quickly he looked like he was going to explode.
"Sanghoon..." Ricky started, his voice tight with fury and fear. He stopped pacing, turning to face them with wild eyes. "Sanghoon told me that Gyuvin's going to fucking die today. That bastard knows something, and he's not playing around!"
"What?!" Hanbin's face drained of all color. "Sanghoon? How the hell... What does he have to do with this?!" His voice was shaking, and he took a step closer to Ricky, as if desperate to understand what was happening.
Ricky took a deep breath, his fists clenched at his sides. "Gyuvin was already suspicious of Sanghoon. He had a feeling something was off, but I didn't fucking listen. I should've listened to him..." His voice cracked slightly at the end, guilt weighing heavily on his words.
Zhang Hao and Hanbin exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of confusion and fear.
"What the fuck do we do now?" Hanbin asked, his voice rising in panic. "How do we find Gyuvin now?!"
"I don't know!" Ricky snapped, his frustration boiling over. He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. "But we have to find him. Now. Before it's too fucking late!"
Ricky's eyes landed on the bag Zhang Hao was wearing — Gyuvin's bag. His heart sank. He hadn't even noticed before, but seeing it on Hao's shoulders made him realize just how real this was.
"Wait... Hao, did you see anything unusual near the bike?" Ricky asked suddenly, his voice sharp as he stepped closer to Hao.
Zhang Hao shook his head, his brow furrowed. "No... I just saw Gyuvin's cycle lying on the street, and his bag was dropped next to it. That's all."
Ricky's eyes narrowed as he processed this, and then without warning, he stepped forward and yanked Gyuvin's bag off of Zhang Hao's shoulders. Hanbin and Hao exchanged startled glances but didn't say anything as they watched Ricky frantically rummaging through the bag.
"What are you—" Hanbin began, but Ricky cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand.
Ricky's hands were trembling as he tore through the contents of the bag. His mind was racing, desperate to find something — anything that would help him. His fingers brushed against something cold and familiar, and when he pulled it out, his heart sank.
It was Gyuvin's inhaler.
Ricky stared at the inhaler in his hand, his heart breaking into pieces. He knew how much Gyuvin needed it — how important it was for him to have it with him. If Gyuvin didn't have his inhaler with him, it could be dangerous.