Who knew that Valk singing his little heart out with back-to-back concerts, rain or shine, would lead to him being bedridden sick? You knew performing that silly concert as a Christmas special without a jacket or any winter attire to show off his cool outfit would be a horrible idea. After receiving a string of text messages with sick and crying emojis, it wasn't hard to peice together how Valk was feeling.

After Dom let you into the large mansion, you found yourself knocking on the large door to Valk's room, only getting a loud sniffle and a strained 'come in!' from the other side. Pushing the door open, you saw Valk, laying in his bed with a duvet nearly engulfing his figure as his phone was the only thing lighting up his face. He had a pout on his face, dramatically dropping his phone beside him on the bed and looking over to you with puppy eyes. His face was only a little bit red, and clearly his sickness wasn't all that intense, but you knew he wanted comfort.

"I feel horrible..!"

He cried out, watching you climb into the bed and open your arms for him, an invite he quickly accepted. There's no way you're leaving this house without getting sick first.

"I had a show coming, too. I had to cancel it.."

Valk complained, his arms wrapping around you as he hid his face into your chest—though only to withdrawal and rest his cheek there instead for better breathing access with his already stuffy nose.