Lost ☆ Jeonghan X Soonyoung (ON HOLD)

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He blinked rapidly, trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness around him. Confusion filled his mind as he wondered, "Where am I?" All he could see was blinding white, as if he were trapped in an endless, featureless expanse. Panic surged through him, and he started to move, his legs pumping in a frantic attempt to escape this disorienting whiteness.

Then, a voice cut through the chaos, calling his name, "Jeonghan hyung." It was a voice he had longed to hear for the past five years.

"Yoon Soonyoung," Jeonghan whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. He continued to search for the source of the voice, spinning around in confusion.

But there was no response.

"Young?" Jeonghan called again, his voice filled with desperation.

"Come back... please... Don't leave me... Hyung..." The voice whimpered, each word breaking Jeonghan's heart. It sounded so fragile, so vulnerable in this strange world.

"Hyung, wake up, okay?" The voice began to fade, replaced by a screeching noise that pierced Jeonghan's ears. He dropped to his knees, shutting his eyes tightly and covering his ears with his hands, trying to block out the unbearable sound.

And then, just as suddenly as the brightness had enveloped him, darkness consumed his senses once more.

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"Is Chan okay?" Mingyu inquired, concern etching across his face. Seokmin, sitting on the bench, let out a heavy sigh as he slouched backward.

"He collapsed twice," Seokmin replied.

Mingyu's eyes widened in shock. "In a day?!"

Seokmin nodded solemnly. "In a day."

Mingyu rubbed his hands across his face, a mix of frustration and worry evident in his expression. "What was it this time?"

"Basketball," Seokmin responded.

Another heavy sigh escaped Mingyu. He looked exasperated as he said, "You know what kind of situation he's in right now."

"I know," Seokmin admitted, his voice carrying the weight of their shared concern.

"But when will you tell him, Seokmin?" Mingyu pressed.

Seokmin turned his head to face Mingyu, his expression defensive. "Do you think it's that easy, huh?"

Mingyu realized he had chosen his words poorly. He quickly corrected himself, "I mean, at least tell him that he's not like everyone else."

Seokmin's eyebrows furrowed in the center, and he shot up from the bench. "Do you want to say that he's not normal?"

Seeing such a reaction, Mingyu was left flabbergasted "It was not like th-"

"Just because you have such a healthy body, it doesn't mean you can say something like that about my brother"

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"Jeonghannie Hyung " Hoshi called out a name.

The name of the person that laid down on the white bed sheet. He laid there, surrounded by an intricate web of wires and machines, each serving as a lifeline to support his weakened body and fragile breathing system. The room was filled with the low hum of medical equipment, and the soft beeping of monitors was a constant reminder of the delicate balance between life and the unknown.