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Fragile Threads (Anton)

Anton had always been the quiet, steady presence within RIIZE. While the other members would sometimes get caught up in the whirlwind of excitement and chaos that accompanied their every step as a rising group, Anton was the one who kept his feet firmly on the ground. His calm, easygoing nature grounded them all, especially during the endless rehearsals and interviews.

But lately, that steadiness had been slipping. It started slowly—so subtly that no one really noticed at first. His clothes began to hang a bit looser, his skin paling more than usual under the bright stage lights. They all chalked it up to exhaustion. The endless practices, the late nights in the studio, the overwhelming pressure of debuting in a competitive industry—it was easy to assume that the stress was catching up to Anton like it did to all of them at some point.

But then, the weight loss became more noticeable. Anton's frame, once healthy and fit, started to look gaunt. His cheekbones stood out in sharper relief, and his energy levels dropped so drastically that even Shotaro, the most optimistic and upbeat of the group, began to worry.

It was during a rehearsal one evening that Eunseok first voiced his concerns. The group was practicing a new routine, the intense choreography pushing all of them to their limits. After about an hour, Anton seemed to falter, his movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated.

"Anton, are you okay?" Eunseok called out, his voice laced with worry as he watched the younger boy stumble slightly while trying to hit the final pose.

Anton forced a smile, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Yeah, I'm fine, hyung. Just... tired."

Sungchan, who had been keeping a close eye on Anton throughout the practice, frowned as he took in his member's pale complexion and trembling hands. "You've been tired a lot lately."

"It's nothing," Anton muttered, brushing it off. But his voice sounded weak, lacking the usual spark of confidence he often had, even when he was exhausted. "I just need to rest."

The rest of the members exchanged uneasy glances but let it go for the time being, knowing Anton hated being the center of attention when it came to things like this. But the knot of concern that had been forming in their chests tightened with every passing day.

As the weeks passed, Anton's condition worsened. The weight continued to drop off him, his once athletic figure now worryingly thin. The shadows under his eyes deepened, and his appetite all but disappeared. Despite his growing weakness, Anton kept trying to push through, determined not to fall behind or let his fans down.

However, the members could no longer ignore the severity of the situation. It was during one particularly grueling day of schedules, packed with interviews and photoshoots, that Anton's body finally gave out.

They were in the middle of a fan meet event, RIIZE interacting with Briize, their beloved fanbase, when Anton suddenly swayed on his feet. He had been smiling at the fans, signing albums, when his vision began to blur. His body felt impossibly heavy, his legs trembling beneath him. Before anyone could react, Anton collapsed.

Chaos erupted as fans gasped, security rushing forward to shield the members. Shotaro was the first to reach Anton's side, his face pale with shock and fear. "Anton!" he called out, shaking the younger boy's shoulders gently. "Anton, wake up!"

Eunseok was already calling for the staff, his voice tight with panic. The other members gathered around, their expressions ranging from fear to disbelief. Seunghan knelt beside Anton, his hands trembling as he checked for any sign of consciousness.

"He's breathing," Seunghan muttered, relief mingling with the worry in his tone. "But we need to get him to a hospital."

The next few hours passed in a blur of ambulance sirens, hospital corridors, and anxious waiting. Anton was rushed to the nearest medical facility, where the doctors immediately began running tests to determine what was wrong. The other members were left to wait in the sterile, impersonal confines of the waiting room, their nerves stretched thin with fear.