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Jisung nct - isolation 2

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It had been days since Jisung woke up in the hospital, and although his physical health was improving, his heart remained burdened by the weight of his insecurities. The members had been doing their best to show him love, but the emotional scars from their earlier neglect weren't something that could be healed overnight. Jisung's thoughts often swirled in a chaotic mix of doubt, fear, and confusion. His once-clear understanding of who he was had become clouded, distorted by the feeling of betrayal, even though deep down, he knew they hadn't meant to hurt him.

As he sat on the edge of his bed, gazing out of the window, Jisung let out a long breath, his fingers tracing the edge of the blanket beneath him. The world outside seemed distant, almost unreachable, much like the comfort he once felt around his members.

"Do they really mean it?" The question lingered in his mind, like an uninvited guest. "Can I really trust them again?"

The truth was, Jisung had always been the kind of person who wore his heart on his sleeve. When he was loved, he felt it deeply, and when he was abandoned, it left a painful wound that was hard to heal. He hadn't been able to shake the feeling that he was still somehow unworthy of their love. He had seen the guilt in their eyes after the incident, but did that mean everything would go back to how it was before? Or would it always be different from now on?

The door to his room creaked open, and Jisung's heart skipped a beat. He quickly wiped his eyes, embarrassed to have been lost in his thoughts. It was Mark, the ever-hopeful leader, who stepped inside, his face soft with concern.

"Hey, Jisung," Mark said gently, his voice hesitant but filled with warmth. "How are you doing today?"

Jisung forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm... okay. Just tired."

Mark nodded, but his eyes lingered on Jisung's face. There was an unmistakable sorrow in his gaze. "You know," he began, his voice quiet, "We're all sorry for what happened. We've been talking... We know we hurt you, and we've been trying to figure out how we can make it right."

Jisung glanced up at him, his heart thumping a little faster. He appreciated Mark's effort, but the words still felt like a distant echo. "How can you fix this?" he thought. "How can you fix what's been broken inside me?"

Before he could speak, Mark continued, his tone earnest. "We can't undo the past, Jisung. But I want you to know that you're not alone anymore. We've all learned, in our own way, how much we've taken you for granted. And it's not just about us saying we're sorry; it's about us proving it to you."

Jisung nodded quietly, but the doubt still churned in his chest. Mark smiled faintly, though it didn't mask the sadness that hung between them. "You don't have to forgive us right away. Just... take your time. We're here for you, whenever you're ready."

The conversation left Jisung lost in thought. "They don't want to push me... but how much longer can I keep hiding?" He wanted to believe them, wanted to believe that he was still wanted, still loved. But deep down, he wasn't sure if he could go back to how things were.

Days passed, and Jisung found himself slowly re-entering group activities, albeit reluctantly. Each time he walked into the room, he could feel the shift in atmosphere  – the awkward glances, the overly cautious smiles, the way his members watched him closely, as if waiting for him to break.

There were moments, fleeting seconds, when Jisung felt like he was truly seen again. When Renjun would sit next to him, silently offering him a comforting presence, or when Haechan would crack a joke just to make him laugh, even though it didn't quite reach the warmth it once did. But still, it was there  – the effort, the care. And as much as it made Jisung's heart ache, it also made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, they weren't all so distant after all.

But then there were the quieter moments  – when Jisung found himself alone in his room, his thoughts turning inward. "What if they don't really see me as part of the team anymore? What if this is how it's always going to be? What if I'm just too much of a burden?"

It was during one of these moments that Chenle found him. Chenle had always been the one who knew him best, who could see beneath the surface and understand the quiet parts of Jisung that he kept hidden. He knocked softly on Jisung's door, and without waiting for an answer, he entered. The door closed gently behind him, and Chenle stood there for a moment, just watching Jisung.

Jisung didn't look up at first, too caught up in his spiraling thoughts. But when he finally did, he saw the familiar concern in Chenle's eyes  – the same look that had been there for years, ever since their days as trainees. Chenle took a seat beside him, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, Chenle broke the silence. "You're still my Jisung," he said, his voice low but steady. "Nothing's changed about that. I know it's been hard, and I know it's going to take time for things to heal... but you've got us. You always have."

Jisung's eyes filled with unshed tears. "But I don't know if I have them anymore." He swallowed hard, trying to push the words down, but Chenle saw right through him.

"You don't have to say anything yet," Chenle added softly. "But I'm here for you. We're all here for you. And if you need space, we'll give it to you. But please don't shut us out. Not now. Not after everything we've been through."

Jisung felt the weight of his words settle into his chest. "They care... they really do." But still, a part of him was hesitant. He wasn't sure he could fully open up again, wasn't sure if he could forgive so easily. He wanted to, though. He wanted to believe that they could go back to being the family they once were.

As the days passed, the healing was slow, but it was there. The members began to show their love more than they had before  – through small gestures and patient words. They would ask him how he was feeling, make sure he ate, check on him during practice, offering encouragement, not as a team leader but as a friend. And slowly, little by little, Jisung started to let go of his fear.

It was during one of those quieter moments, when the members gathered in the practice room after rehearsal, that Jisung finally felt ready to speak.

He cleared his throat softly, his voice tentative but firm. "I know I've been distant. I've been... confused about everything that happened. But I also know that you've all been trying, and I'm trying too. I'm not saying everything's okay right now, but... I'm getting there."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of Jisung's words sinking in. Mark was the first to speak, his voice full of relief. "We're here for you, Jisung. And we'll wait as long as you need. We'll do whatever it takes to show you that we're not going anywhere."

Jisung looked around the room at the familiar faces of his friends, his heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. But for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel so alone.

"I... I forgive you," he said quietly, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I just need time. We all do."

And with those words, the healing began.

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