Christopher was usually the one taking care of everyone else. Your boyfriend, steady and dependable, the kind who carried tissues in his bag “just in case” and reminded you to drink water even when he was half-asleep. But today? The great Bangchan was completely out of commission.

He sniffled from the couch, blanket wrapped tightly around him, hair messy and nose red. “I feel like death.” He croaked, voice hoarse.