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jisung x skz-the unseen battle, part 3-last

jisung's POV:

I try to shake off my thoughts, but they cling to me like a second skin. i fell a Lumb in my throat, the words i want to say, the reassurances i want to give myself, they are stuck. i can't bring myself to voice them out loud.

suddenly there is a soft knock on the door. its bangchan. his voice is gentle, almost a whisper, "jisung , can i come in? "

i don't respond. i can't. the words are there, at the tip of my tongue, but they refuse to come out. i hear him sigh on the other side of the door the sound heavy with worry.

"jisung" he starts his voice barely audible through the thick wooden door. "Can we talk please?"

his words echo in the silence of my room. they are a stark contrast to the negative thoughts swirling in my mind. but they are also a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the overwhelming darkness.

i want to believe him. i want to believe that i am not a burden, that i am not useless. but it's hard. it is so hard when the voices in my head are telling me otherwise.

i was lost............

the whole night i was swirling around with my thought until the sun hit my face from the window that when reality hit me, we had practice then an interview i had a tiring day ahead of me but here i was didn't sleep for one whole night-i was doomed.

it didn't take long before lee know came banging on my door.

"jisung we are going to be late "he said i quickly got up washed my face i did my best to cover the dark circles under my eyes i threw cloth i can find one then rushing out everyone was at the doorway Chan explaining everything.

no one's Pov:

Jisung, with his heart pounding in his chest, stumbled out of his room, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He had spent the entire night overthinking, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and worries. He had forgotten about their dance practice and the interview scheduled for the next day. In his haste, he did everything he could to cover his dark circles, hoping no one would notice his sleepless night.

As he stepped out, he found all the members of Stray Kids waiting in the doorway. Chan, their leader, was in the middle of explaining the day's schedule. He paused when he noticed Jisung.

"Jisung, you, okay?" Chan asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jisung replied, forcing a smile onto his face. "Just didn't get much sleep."

Chan nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Alright, let's get started with the day. We have a long one ahead of us."

time skip.............at practice.

Chan watched as Jisung moved across the practice room, his movements precise and fluid. But there was something off. Jisung's usually bright eyes looked tired, and there was a certain heaviness in his steps that wasn't there before. Chan found himself worrying about Jisung, his mind filled with concern.

"Jisung's been practicing harder than anyone else," Chan thought to himself. "But he seems... different. More distant. Is he pushing himself too hard?"

Weeks passed like this. Jisung continued to immerse himself in practice, often staying late into the night. Chan noticed the changes in Jisung, the fatigue that never seemed to leave his eyes, the forced smiles, the quietness. It was unlike Jisung, and it worried Chan.

One day, after an intense practice session, Chan found a small notebook peeking out from Jisung's bag. Little did he know, this notebook would reveal the unseen battle Jisung had been fighting.