Right, because 'stay where you are' in the desperate voice of the friend he's frantically been looking for never had the smallest chance of working. As soon as he heard Jongwoo, heard his voice and the tone of it, he panicked. Panicked and pushed through more of the corn until...

It's more than a gasp, but not quite a cry. It's enough for Seokyoon's eyes to go impossibly wide and round, for both hands to clasp over his mouth lest he draw more attention to them. And he stops in his tracks. Frozen, rooted the spot like his legs turned into actual lead. He couldn't move. He can barely breathe.

So much blood!

It feels like solid minutes before Seokyoon can think. Surely something happened and Jongwoo was somehow provoked? But how could they argue self-defense when, even at a glance, Seokyoon could see so much violence? He shuffles closer and leans down to grab Jongwoo's arm. Now is not the time to talk about what happened. Now is the time to get Jongwoo out of here!

"Come on," he mutters. "We have to go."