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ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ | ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ | ᴰʳᵃᵐᵃ
In the ominous atmosphere of the Moonlit Residence, adolescents without parental love are confronted with their deepest fears. Yeonjun, abandoned by his mother, steps through the gates of this mysterious...
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It was quiet in the corridor, and Yeonjun only heard the muffled talking of Jiwon behind the door he had just closed behind him. Then he looked left and right and could hear the laughter of the children from the common room, which was on the left. He spotted the restroom sign and was pretty sure that this must be the first place Soobin would retreat to when he felt sick. All other routes would be too far away. So he slowly inched his way forward, still in his gray socks, but stopped just short of the door. He heard the tap, a soft whimper, and instantly felt the pressure on his chest as he recognized the whimpering voice. He was overcome by an unusual urge to help, even though he wasn't normally interested in other people.
He didn't really care about the well-being of others.
So why ... did he care now?
He quietly put his hand on the handle, pushed the door open and hoped that he wouldn't scare Soobin. He had probably locked himself in one of the cubicles and turned on the taps to drown out his crying. That's how Yeonjun would have done it. He wouldn't have wanted anyone to see him or even realize that he was unwell.
But it was nothing like he had imagined.
Soobin sat squatting on the floor, his long legs reaching up to his chin, and he held on to the edge of the washbasin with his arms outstretched as if they could support him. With his head between his knees, he breathed heavily and slowly. When the blue-haired man entered the toilet room and let the door fall shut behind him, Soobin raised his eyes.
And what Yeonjun saw was a terrible sight.
His eyes were no longer those warm doe eyes you could lose yourself in, and they no longer had that sparkle of thousands of stars. They were bloodshot and every second another tear slid down Soobin's swollen face. They were single but numerous tears that made their way down his face. His lips seemed even fuller than usual and he was trembling all over. The trembling was so strong that you could see it immediately without having to approach him.
Soobin was having a panic attack.
Yeonjun stood there somewhat awkwardly and watched as Soobin breathed irregularly and abruptly stopped whimpering. It was now a shaky and deliberate breathing, an anxious version. Similar to the breathing of a small rabbit about to be shot by a hunter.
"What..." Yeonjun began, taking a cautious step towards him, "what's wrong?"
Soobin wished he could answer him, explain everything that was going on in his head. But he didn't know himself. He didn't know how to explain something like that. Why, in the most normal situations, he suddenly couldn't breathe, felt sick and just wanted to throw up - but couldn't. He wanted to get rid of the pain in his chest, vomit it out and never suffer the consequences of such an attack again. Soobin squeezed his eyelids tightly together and breathed in and out deeply. His lips quivered and his fingernails scratched the surface of the white washbasin. The mirror was narrow, just large enough to show half of his own face, given the stature of the two boys. Mirrors were rare in this residence.
