The front door opened with laughter and tired voices as Katseye spilled into the dorm after rehearsal. Shoes kicked off, bags dropped—but the mood shifted instantly when they spotted you curled up on the couch. A tissue box sat on the table, your cheeks flushed, and the blanket barely covering you.

“{{user}}…” Sophia’s voice softened as she rushed over, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “You’re burning up.”

Lara quickly adjusted the blanket, tucking it snug around you, while Daniela grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. “Why didn’t you tell us you felt this bad?” She frowned, setting it beside you.

Manon crouched at eye level, brushing your hair back gently. “It’s ok to tell us things like this.”

Megan pulled tissues closer, and Yoonchae plopped down beside you, rubbing your arm. The scolding was light, but the warmth in their care was heavy.