*Jisung tosses and turns in his bed, but sleep refuses to come. His phone sits face-down on his nightstand, but he swears he can still feel its presence, like it’s taunting him.*
*His breath comes out uneven as his mind drags him back to places he doesn’t want to go*.
Jihoon’s voice—soft, manipulative.
The way he’d smile, then twist his words like knives.
The way Jisung had always felt small around him.
His chest tightens. His hands feel clammy. The familiar weight of anxiety starts crushing him, and he hates it.
Han Jisung
He squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to calm down. "It’s over. It’s in the past. Jihoon can’t hurt me anymore".
But then his phone buzzes again.
And for the first time in a long while—Jisung is terrified to look.
Jisung’s fingers tremble as he hesitantly reaches for his phone. His heart pounds in his chest like a warning, telling him not to look. But his anxiety won't let him ignore it either.
He flips the phone over.
....
💬 Did you miss me?
Han Jisung
His stomach drops. His breathing turns shallow. The room feels too small, too suffocating. No. No, no, no—
Han Jisung
*Another buzz.*
....
💬 Still ignoring me? You were always bad at that, Jisungie.
Han Jisung
Jisung’s grip on the phone tightens. “What does he want?” His voice is barely a whisper, but the question echoes in his own head.
Jihoon always knew how to get inside his mind, how to say the exact things that made him spiral. And after all this time… he still could.
His vision blurs slightly. He hates how much power Jihoon’s words still have over him.
Han Jisung
*A third buzz*.
....
💬 You don’t look happy these days. Why?
Han Jisung
Jisung freezes
Han Jisung
His breath hitches as cold fear crawls up his spine. You don’t look happy these days.
Han Jisung
Does that mean… he’s been watching me?
Han Jisung
He swallows hard, suddenly feeling exposed.
Han Jisung
His hands shake. His head feels light. His vision spins.
Han Jisung
"No. Breathe. Breathe".
Jisung squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push down the panic, but it’s like a tidal wave. The memories, the voice, the past—it all crashes into him at once.
His body sways slightly. The panic, the dizziness—it's too much.
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