Jeonghan's experience with asthma was a terrifying and life-changing event that he would never forget. It happened when he was just seven years old, on a cold winter evening. He had been playing soccer with his friends when, out of nowhere, he felt a tightness in his chest. At first, he thought it was just a minor issue, something that would pass, so he tried to ignore it.
But soon, the sensation grew worse, and Jeonghan found himself struggling to catch his breath. His chest tightened, and with every breath, he wheezed. Panic started to set in as he realized he wasn't able to get enough oxygen. He felt a growing sense of helplessness, unable to control the situation.
His friends quickly noticed something was wrong and immediately called for help. One of their parents, who was trained in first aid, rushed over to Jeonghan and recognized the signs of an asthma attack. They swiftly brought him indoors and helped him use an inhaler. Though the inhaler brought some immediate relief, the attack didn't subside completely, and Jeonghan continued to feel scared and vulnerable.
His parents were quickly called, and they rushed him to the hospital where he received further treatment and monitoring. The experience left a deep impression on him, making him realize just how important it was to always carry his inhaler and be vigilant about avoiding triggers that could set off an asthma attack.
As the years went by, Jeonghan learned to manage his asthma. He made sure to take his medication regularly, avoided triggers like pollen and dust, and stayed active while being mindful of his respiratory health. Over time, his symptoms improved, and the frequency and severity of his asthma attacks decreased. He found himself relying less on his inhaler and medications, and eventually, before he was recruited by Pledis, his doctor confirmed that he was asthma-free.
Though asthma would always be a part of his past, Jeonghan refused to let it define him. He had overcome it, and as he looked toward the future, he did so with a renewed sense of optimism and gratitude—for the simple gift of breathing without restriction.
Jeonghan woke up at around 7:00 a.m., knowing they had a dance practice scheduled for 10:00 a.m. He glanced around the room and noticed that Seungcheol and Joshua were still peacefully asleep in their beds. Wanting to surprise them, he quickly got up, got ready, and headed downstairs to prepare breakfast.
Downstairs, he found Mingyu and Seokmin already in the kitchen, cooking. It seemed like the excitement for their upcoming dance practice had already kicked in, as they were preparing for a new concept in their comeback scheduled for three months later.
Jeonghan smiled at the sight. "Aww... Guys, when did you wake up? I thought I would be the one to get up first and cook for all of us," he said, grinning.
Mingyu looked at him teasingly. "Aish, hyung, don't lie. We know you'd only cook if there's someone around you."
Seokmin chimed in with a mischievous grin. "I won't disagree with Gyu, hyung."
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, playfully offended. "Also you, Seokmin, huh?"
Seokmin laughed. "Just kidding, hyung. But maybe you can wake up the others now? The table's already set, and the food's almost done."
Jeonghan nodded. "Okayyy."
He made his way upstairs, heading first to the 95z room. As expected, Seungcheol and Joshua were still deep in sleep. Jeonghan smirked, thinking of a playful way to wake them up. Without a second thought, he grabbed his pillow and harshly slapped it onto Seungcheol's face. He then moved on to Joshua's bed and did the same. His timing couldn't have been worse—both of them stirred, eyes narrowing, clearly furious.
Seungcheol's loud voice broke the silence. "YOON JEONGHANNNNN!!!"
Jeonghan, startled, immediately covered his ears with his hands and shut his eyes, bracing himself.
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