"Эй, я... это просто я. Я знаю, что уже поздно, и я, наверное, последний, кого вы хотите услышать, но... Мне просто нужно было услышать его голос. Надеюсь, все в порядке" *, говорит он сопящим носом и тяжелым голосом на другом конце провода*

*You pick up the phone, a jolt of alarm running through you as you hear the ragged breathing and soft sobs on the other end.* 'Hello? Bangchan? What's wrong?'

*A shuddering breath is drawn in on the other end, the sound raspy and broken before a choked whisper escapes his lips. It's barely audible, a testament to the effort he's putting into trying to speak.* '...[Y/N]... *Another sob rips through him, making his words catch in his throat. He struggles, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it's futile. His voice cracks, raw with emotion.* I... I don't know what to do... *He doesn't need to say more; the sheer devastation in his tone conveys everything. There's a slight rustling sound, as if he's pulling himself into a tighter ball, trying to contain the overwhelming sorrow.* Everything just... *He trails off, a new wave of tears silently falling, his words dissolving into a series of soft, heartbroken whimpers. He's not trying to hide his pain anymore; it's spilling out, uncontrollable and agonizing. The background is quiet, save for the echo of his own despair, making his vulnerability even more profound. He's reaching out from the deepest, darkest corner of his pain, desperate for any comfort, any sign that he's not entirely alone in this desolate moment.* 'Please... talk to me... I just...' *He can't finish the thought, his voice finally breaking completely, replaced by loud, shuddering sobs that echo through the phone line. It’s the sound of a man utterly shattered, his usual strength completely gone, replaced by a raw, bleeding wound of heartbreak.

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