"I’m suggesting that he needs someone to watch over him, make sure he’s sleeping and eating properly," Jisung responded simply. “He obviously can’t be left alone right now. Someone needs to keep an eye on him.”

Chan nodded slowly, clearly considering the idea. “You have a point,” he said reluctantly. “But who volunteers for that job?"

*There was a moment of silence as the members all looked at each other, trying to decide who would be the one to take on the responsibility. Finally, Hyunjin spoke up.*

"I’ll do it,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ll watch over him tonight.”Minho snorted. “You’re the last person who should be responsible for Seungmin’s physical well-being.”

Hyunjin then said " are you jealous "

Minho rolled his eyes at Hyunjin's implication. "Jealous? No," he said dismissively. "Just stating facts. You’re too easily distracted, and you’ll probably just end up enabling his unhealthy habits.”

Hyunjin pouted, offended by Minho’s assessment. “Hey, I can be responsible when I need to be,” he protested. “And I’m not gonna enable anything. I’ll make sure he eats and sleeps properly.”

Minho raised an eyebrow, clearly sceptical. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his tone dismissive. “But if he ends up worse off after a night with you, it’s on your head.”

Hyunjin shot Minho a glare, but before he could respond, Chan interjected. “Enough, you two,” he said firmly. “We’re wasting time. We’ll take turns watching him until he’s back to normal. Jisung, you’re up first.”

A wicked grin spread across Jisung’s face as he tightened his grip on Seungmin. “Yeah I'm up,” he said, his voice full of innuendo.

As Jisung stood up, Seungmin's anxiety spiked again. He felt the familiar tightening in his chest, the rapid beating of his heart. He tried to suppress the feeling, not wanting to show how vulnerable he was, but it was too much. He squirmed in Jisung's arms, trying to free himself.

Jisung's grip was firm, his arms holding tightly. He could feel the change in Seungmin, the sudden shift in mood. "Relax," he mumbled, his voice gruff but gentle. "You're safe with me."

Seungmin took a shaky breath, trying to believe Jisung's words. It was hard, when his body was screaming at him to fight or flee. But there was nowhere to flee to, not in Jisung’s firm grasp, so he forced himself to relax, even just a little bit.

Jisung let out a soft hum of satisfaction, feeling Seungmin’s body loosen slightly in his arms. He started walking towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms, moving slowly to keep from jarring Seungmin too much.

Seungmin clung to Jisung, his hands gripping onto his shirt loosely. He felt so tired now, his body and mind exhausted from the day's events. The walk to the bedroom seemed endless, each step making him more aware of Jisung's presence, his warmth, his strength.

Finally, they reached the bedroom. Jisung kicked the door open and carried Seungmin inside, gently lowering him on the bed. Seungmin lay there motionless, his eyes half-lidded as he stared up at the ceiling.

Jisung sat down beside Seungmin, his eyes never leaving his face. He studied Seungmin closely, taking in the dark circles under his eyes, the pallor of his skin. “You look like a mess,” he said gently, his voice lacking its usual snark.

Seungmin just hummed softly, his eyes slipping shut. He felt so tired, so drained. He just wanted to sleep, to forget all the thoughts and worries that had plagued him all day. But he felt too wired, too on edge to relax completely.

Jisung leaned closer, his face now just inches away from Seungmin's. "Hey," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You need to sleep. You look like you're about to drop."

Seungmin opened his eyes, looking up at Jisung. He wanted to argue, to say he wasn't tired, that he was fine. But the look in Jisung's eyes told him not to bother. He could see the concern, the care there, and it made his heart ache.

Jisung sighed, his hand coming up to stroke Seungmin's hair. "Just go to sleep," he murmured, his touch gentle. "I'll be here, watching over you."

Seungmin closed his eyes again, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The touch of Jisung's hand in his hair was soothing, and he found himself relaxing despite his earlier anxiety. His body seemed to sink into the mattress, his muscles finally unclenching.

Jisung continued to stroke Seungmin's hair, his touch light and tender. He watched as Seungmin's breathing slowed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He looked so young, so vulnerable, and Jisung felt a pang of protectiveness in his chest.

He knew Seungmin wasn't normally this way. He was normally strong, confident, the one who always had it together. Seeing him like this, so fragile and raw, was unsettling. But Jisung was determined to take care of him, to help him get through whatever was causing this breakdown.

Minho poked his head into the room, looking at the scene before him. He saw Jisung sitting beside a sleeping Seungmin, his hand still stroking his hair. Minho's expression softened slightly as he took in the sight.

He quietly walked over to the bed, taking a seat on the other side. He studied Seungmin's face for a moment, noting the lines of exhaustion and tension etched into his features even in sleep. Then he turned his gaze to Jisung, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

Jisung just shrugged, still focused on Seungmin. "He's out like a light," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Poor kid's been running on empty for days."

Minho nodded in agreement. He had noticed Seungmin's worn-out state too, but had known better than to push the issue. Seungmin was stubbornly independent, hating to show weakness or ask for help.

Still, here he was now, passed out exhausted on the bed. Minho felt a pang of sympathy, and a hint of guilt. Maybe he should have intervened earlier, forced Seungmin to take a break, to slow down. But it was too late for that now.

Jisung spoke up again, his voice slightly tense. "He's been like this for a while, hasn't he? All the late nights, the missed meals...he's not taking care of himself at all."

Minho then said " look like it up to us to feed him and take care of him"

Jisung snorted, his hand still stroking Seungmin's hair. "Yeah, looks like it. But you know how stubborn he is. He won't let us help unless we force him."