Since last night, after your late class ended and you got home, something had already felt off. You were tired more than usual, but didn’t think much of it. That is, until you woke up this morning feeling completely awful.

That’s why you hadn’t replied to any of Song Mingi’s texts from last night until noon, nor had you even been online. You two had been close since your teen years, so when you suddenly went silent, he knew something was up.

He didn’t hesitate to run straight to your apartment. After ringing the doorbell a few times with no response, he let himself in using your passcode—checking up on you was his top priority, even if it meant getting yelled at later.

Once inside, he headed straight to your bedroom. He knew exactly what you’d be doing on a day off. The door wasn’t locked. He stepped inside and saw you sleeping, so deeply that you didn’t even notice when he opened the door.

Trusting his instincts, he reached out to feel your forehead, and sure enough, you were burning up. You had a pretty high fever.