Minho

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The room was silent, as if holding its breath, as fear crept into Han Jisung's mind. A spider, black and glistening like a drop of night, crawled along the wall, its legs clinging to the surface with unnatural confidence.

"Miiiinho!" Jisung's voice trembled like a string stretched to its limit. His body, as if driven by instinct, rushed toward his friend, his hands clinging to Minho.

Ho felt the warmth of Jisung's body, his hands wrapped around his friend's hips, as if trying to keep him from falling into the abyss of fear.

"There, there, calm down," Minho whispered, his voice soft as silk. His fingers slid down Jisung's back, drawing invisible patterns, each touch a spell, dispelling the web of fear. Jisung trembled, but his breathing deepened, slowed, as if Minho were drawing him into the rhythm of his own peace.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, the world around them vanished. Minho stared at Jisung as if he were looking at a painting he'd longed to see up close. His fingers slowly rose to his friend's face, touching his cheek, as if testing the reality of what he was seeing.

"Are you okay?" Minho said, his voice quiet, but there was a strength in it that made his words undeniable.