EVERYBODY LOVES SUNOO! 🦊

Sunoo has an asthma attack o(ﾟДﾟ)っ！

It was a grueling day at the practice room. ENHYPEN had been working nonstop for their upcoming performance, perfecting every move, every beat. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and sneakers scuffing against the floor. Sunoo, usually one of the most energetic members, had been unusually quiet throughout the day. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone, but his chest had felt tight since the morning, a telltale sign he tried his best to ignore.

"Let's run it one more time," Heeseung called out, clapping his hands. His voice was firm, though the exhaustion was clear in his expression.

Sunghoon groaned lightly but nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's get it right this time."

Ni-ki, though tired, was still in high spirits. He leaned over to Sunoo, offering a playful smirk. "You good, hyung? You've been quieter than usual. Not thinking of quitting on us, are you?"

Sunoo forced a smile and shook his head. "I'm fine. Just focused."

But as the music started again, the familiar beat pounding through the speakers, Sunoo felt the tightness in his chest intensify. Each move felt heavier than the last. His lungs strained with every inhale, as if the air around him had thickened.

The choreography was sharp and fast—jumps, spins, slides—all of which pushed his body to its limits. Sunoo was usually able to keep up easily, but today was different. He could feel himself falling behind, his movements growing sluggish. His vision blurred for a second, and he blinked rapidly, trying to stay focused.

As they hit the final chorus, he felt it—a sharp, tight pain in his chest. Sunoo's breath hitched, and he instinctively clutched his side, trying to breathe in deeply, but it was no use. The air wasn't coming. His lungs felt like they were closing up, and suddenly, the room seemed too small, too suffocating.

"Sunoo!" Heeseung's sharp voice cut through the music as he noticed Sunoo falter, his body slowing to a stop as he struggled to catch his breath.

Sunghoon, who had been dancing next to him, was at his side in an instant, worry etched across his face. "Sunoo, are you okay?" His voice was calm but urgent, his eyes scanning Sunoo's pale face.

Sunoo tried to respond, but all that came out was a shallow wheeze. He bent over, clutching his chest, his breaths coming in short, rapid gasps. Panic was setting in, and he could feel the world around him starting to spin.

Ni-ki rushed over, his usually playful demeanor replaced with concern. "Hyung, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice a little higher than usual. He placed a hand on Sunoo's back, trying to help him steady his breathing.

Sunoo managed to shake his head slightly, his hand trembling as he pointed toward his bag where his inhaler was. He couldn't speak, but he didn't need to—the others knew immediately what was happening.

"Asthma attack," Heeseung muttered, his eyes widening in realization. He rushed over to Sunoo's bag, quickly rummaging through it. "Where's his inhaler?"

"I got it," Jungwon called out from across the room, holding up the small device as he hurried over. He handed it to Heeseung, who quickly knelt beside Sunoo.

"Here, Sunoo. You need to use this." Heeseung's voice was firm but gentle as he placed the inhaler in Sunoo's hand, guiding him through the familiar process.

Sunoo's hands were shaky, his fingers fumbling with the inhaler. He tried to breathe in, but the first attempt barely made a difference. His panic was rising, and with it, his breathlessness worsened. Sunghoon, crouching beside him, kept a steady hand on his shoulder. "You're okay, Sunoo. Focus on breathing. We've got you."

Ni-ki, usually the calm one in high-pressure situations, was uncharacteristically quiet, watching with wide eyes as Sunoo struggled to catch his breath. "Hyung, it's okay," he said softly, his voice shaking a little. "Just breathe slow, okay?"