lee minho

The air was filled with the soft chirping of birds, and the leaves rustled gently in the cool breeze, all under the warm colors of autumn. It seemed like a normal day for Minho and Jisung, but something was wrong.

Jisung, the smaller of the two, lay curled up on the couch, his face pale and drawn. A stomach bug from food poisoning the night before had taken hold of him. Minho, unaware of Jisung’s condition, had left early in the morning for the music studio. As the hours passed, Jisung struggled with the pain, trying to tough it out on his own. But as the day wore on, his strength faded, leaving him weak and trembling. The constant ache in his stomach grew worse, and the loneliness of being sick by himself started to overwhelm him.

By early afternoon, the pain became too much to bear. With a shaky hand, Jisung reached for his phone on the coffee table, his fingers trembling as he typed a message to Minho, hoping for some comfort and care.

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