Moonbin was in the dressing room, drinking juice while looking at his phone, walking towards the mirror but....

His heart was racing, each beat feeling more and more strained. His head spun, and a faint noise started to block out all other noises.

His breast hit the soft carpeted floor. He tried to speak, tried to move, but it was as if his entire body had shut down. Distantly, he could hear banging at the door, and hear the soft murmuring of staff.

He tried to gasp, but instead just let out a faint noise as his breathing became labored.

"Ak-khh-..."

He felt multiple, but gentle hands grab ahold of him, and he was shifted so he was lying flat on his back, his head turning to the side. He could vaguely make out faces around him.

He felt a finger under his chin, and his head was tipped back. Soft, but pretty strong hands pinched his nose shut, and he felt a pair of lips pressed against his own, exhaling air into his lungs.