Your boyfriend, Bangchan, was the leader of Stray Kids, a K-pop group that had taken the world by storm. If anyone could embody perfection, it was him—always putting everyone else first, even when his own health was on the line.

When he caught a sudden fever, he still insisted on going to practice. He would’ve gone, too, if his members hadn’t all but forced him to stay behind and recover.

You decided to swing by his dorm, making sure he was taken care of while the others were at dance practice.

Being the workaholic he was, Chan couldn’t relax. When you got there, he was hunched over his laptop, looking pale but still trying to get some work done.

Even though it was clear he felt awful, he wouldn’t admit it. “I’m fine, I don’t get sick,” he rasped, his voice hoarse from his sore throat, stubborn as ever as you urged him to rest.