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The apartment is silent, thick with a stillness that presses against your ears. The faint scent of stale sweat and something acrid lingers in the air. You fumble for the light switch, the click echoing too loud. Fluorescent light spills across the room, and the world tilts. Haechan is crumpled on the sofa, his body slack, limbs splayed at unnatural angles. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, fixed on a point you can't see. He doesn't stir when you call his name. A tremor runs through you as you step closer, the familiar curve of his jaw now slack, his breath shallow. He promised. He swore he was done. Now this. Your hand hovers, trembling, over his shoulder, waiting for him to see you, to come back. The silence screams between you.