MINSUNG

FRIDAY, 17TH OCTOBER, 6:27 PM Rain poured softly outside as Jisung lay curled up on Minho’s chest. The quiet hum of the storm wrapped the room in calm. Minho scrolled on his phone, absentmindedly tracing circles on Jisung’s back. It was peaceful—until Jisung suddenly sat up. “Sorry, Minho… I-I gotta go. Curfew.” Weird. His curfew wasn’t until ten. No text, no call. He just… left. Two hours later, Minho’s phone buzzed. A message from Jisung—short, vague, and terrifying.