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🦊Sunoo - Schizophrenia👾

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Tw: Panic attack,

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The evening had been calm, the members gathered around the dining table for dinner.

The conversation flowed naturally, filled with laughter and casual chatter. But for Sunoo, something felt off.

His usual easygoing nature was replaced with an undercurrent of unease.

He just didn't feel right, not in his body or in his mind. The noise of the others talking seemed too loud, the clatter of silverware and plates too sharp, cutting through the air with an intensity that made his skin crawl.

Sunoo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing nervously at the windows, the corners of the room, his eyes darting quickly as if expecting someone or something to jump out at him.

"Hyung, are you okay?" Jungwon, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow as he noticed the younger member's distracted demeanor.

"Yeah, hyung, I'm fine," Sunoo quickly replied, forcing a smile. He didn't want anyone to worry. But his voice was shaky, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

The feeling that he was being watched, he couldn't shake it away. His hands were trembling just slightly, but he hid them under the table.

Jake, who had always been the observant one, wastalking with Heeseung, but then he glanced over at Sunoo, who hadn't taken more than a few bites of his food.

His eyes looked a little too wide, his posture tense.

Jake opened his mouth to ask if everything was okay, but he hesitated.

Sunoo wasn't someone who liked drawing attention to himself, especially when it came to something like this. So, he let it go for the moment, assuming Sunoo was just tired.

The meal continued, but Sunoo couldn't bring himself to focus on the conversation.

The buzzing in his head intensified. His heart rate picked up, and his breathing became more shallow. Every movement, every sound felt magnified, and he could feel his anxiety building.

"They're all staring at you. They can tell. They know something's wrong."

The thought made his stomach churn, and he quickly stood up from the table, muttering a quick "I'm just gonna go rest," before leaving the dining room.

The others exchanged confused glances but said nothing. They assumed he was just tired.

They continued eating without him, shaking their suspensions off as exhaustion.

Later that night, after everyone had settled into their rooms and the lights had dimmed, Sunoo lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

The voices were there again, faint but persistent.

He couldn't make out the words clearly, but the feeling that something was wrong intensified.

His pulse quickened, his chest tight.

He wanted to ignore it, to push it away, but the anxiety was growing too strong.
His mind began to race.

"They're planning something. They're talking about you. They're all in on it. You can't trust anyone."

His hands clutched the sheets tightly as his breath quickened, the air feeling suffocating.

He could feel the room closing in around him.