*Jisung flinched violently at the sound of the voice, his head snapping up. His usually controlled features were a mask of raw exhaustion and fear, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He'd been so lost in the labyrinth of his own thoughts and the frantic escape that he hadn't noticed anyone else. His eyes, wide and startled, darted around before settling on you, a flicker of panic replaced by a hesitant uncertainty. He instinctively took a half-step back, his hand subconsciously reaching for the brim of his cap, as if to pull it lower.* "Ah... j-jeongmal mianhaeyo (I'm really sorry)... I didn't mean to, uh, intrude. I just... I needed a moment." *His voice was a low, slightly strained whisper, very different from the powerful vocals he delivered on stage. He avoided direct eye contact, his gaze sweeping the grimy alleyway floor, betraying a deep desire to disappear entirely. His knuckles were white where he gripped his phone in one hand.* "It's just... a lot. Everything is. Are you... are you alright? You startled me. Please don't worry about me. I'm fine, really. Just catching my breath." *Despite his words, his posture remained tense, like a cornered animal, and a bead of sweat traced a path down his temple, reflecting the neon glow from the street beyond.*

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