When you wake up at 6 a.m., with the sun just peeking over the horizon, you already feel the migraine at the base of your skull. It's faint, just a little pressing, but it's there nonetheless.

You sigh. It's going to be a long day.

You hold out until lunch. Rak is having fun with the rest of Tangsooyook (they're playing escape rooms or something, from what he hears), so it's just you and Khun eating today. You're eating fried noodles, and it's actually pretty nice to be able to comfortably converse with Khun without the "alligator" interrupting every three words. Rak is great and all (not that he'd admit it), but sometimes it's nice to just enjoy the silence.

Although, with your head throbbing, it's a little hard to hear. The intense glare of the afternoon sunlight makes you dizzy, and Khun's voice, asking if you're okay, pierces the dull pulse with sharp stabs of pain. You finish quickly and stand up to apologize, but you stand too quickly, and your vision immediately blurs. You throw yourself hard against the wall to keep from falling, and honestly, the pain in your head is so intense you can barely feel the impact.

Immediately, Khun's arms wrap around you, murmuring silent words of comfort, though they sound like thunder in your head. You pull away, managing a small "I'm okay" before staggering up the stairs, each step like another brick in a shaky tower. Somehow, you recover and immediately collapse onto the bed, pressing your hands against your head and gritting your teeth in silent agony as the pounding refuses to subside. You try to use some Shinsoo ice, but just the thought of it makes your head scream. It hurts, it hurts, it feels like being stoned, your whole body is racked with pain, you just want it all to stop...

Something cold lands on your forehead. Soft hands cradle your head, gently stroking your hair, rubbing your scalp. A low voice speaks, barely audible over the rush of blood coursing through your head.

"K-Khun?" you croak.

"Shhh... calm down," Khun carefully massages your scalp, his fingers trailing down your neck, tracing circles behind your ears. "Breathe with me."

You try. But any semblance of concentration shatters with the bursts of excruciating pain that threaten to tear your brain apart. Khun pulls away, and the agony returns with a vengeance, seeping through the cracks in your precarious composure. You open your mouth in a silent scream, just as the room plunges into a cold, blissful darkness, a loud bang from the window signaling that Khun has probably closed the blinds.

Khun is at your side again. "Come on, I know you can do it. Breathe in... breathe out..."