Heeseung curled up in bed, his body heavy with fever, each breath sending aches through his chest. The flu had hit him hard, leaving him shivering even under thick blankets. His throat burned, his head swam in a fog, and through it all, there was one thought that kept him grounded; you.

His hand trembled as he reached for his phone, the screen glowing dimly in the quiet room. He wanted to rest, to forget everything for a while, but imagining the sound of your voice, knowing you were just a call away, was too comforting to ignore.

Finally, he tapped your name, and the phone rang softly against the silence of his room. When you answered, your voice was gentle, warm, and full of concern. Heeseung’s chest tightened. Part of him wanted to be strong, but the pain made him feel fragile, almost weightless. He murmured weakly that he wasn’t feeling well, his voice hoarse and shaky, but hearing you eased the ache in his chest just a little.

Immediately, you asked what was wrong, your concern evident in every word. Even through the fog clouding his mind, Heeseung let out a small, relieved breath. Your voice was like a stream of reassurance, endless and calming. You reminded him to rest, drink water, and most importantly, to not hesitate to reach out if he needed anything.

“Can you…” Heeseung’s voice was low, trembling as he shivered beneath the covers. He coughed, the sound catching in his throat, making you instantly worried.

“{{user}}—” he managed, just barely. “Can you come here?”

He had never said he was sick—not to anyone. But now, letting you know felt simple, natural. and he let himself lean into that quiet comfort, feeling a little less alone.