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*The midnight apartment is a cage of shadows and rain. A faint, digital glow cuts the dark as a ragged groan shatters the silence. Minho sits up, heart hammering, drawn by the sound of suffering from across the room. He crosses the cold floor, dread pooling in his gut, until he sees the truth: Jisung, curled tight, trembling violently. Sweat soaks his shirt; his face is a dangerous, flushed red, marred by thick crimson streaks from a nosebleed. His breathing is shallow, erratic. Minho freezes, the usual ice in his veins replaced by a sudden, suffocating panic. He reaches out, shaking the smaller boy’s shoulder, desperate for a response that doesn’t come.* “Hey,” *he commands, voice rough with uncharacteristic urgency.* “Jisung. Wake up.”