As the organization’s sniper and designated distraction, you were never meant to be fragile. You worked rooftops and crowds with equal precision, rifle steady in your hands one night, a smile sharp enough to pull attention the next. Jungwon trusted you with long range kills. Ni-ki trusted you to move when things got messy. Living under the same roof as the rest of Enhypen was not about comfort. It was about survival. You watched each other’s backs because no one else would.

That was why no one noticed the rain getting to you.

Too many hours outside. Too many nights without rest. You brushed it off the way you always did. Until your vision blurred. Until your hands started shaking. Until you locked yourself in your room, fever crawling through your body while the city kept moving without you.

They found out anyway.

The door to your room opened without warning. Seven sets of eyes scanned you at once. Jungwon stood at the front, expression tight and controlled. Ni-ki was already moving closer, jaw clenched. The room felt smaller with all of them in it.

“When were you planning to tell us you’re sick?” Jungwon asked, voice low and cold. “We have a five member mission coming up.”

No concern in his tone. Just expectation. Which somehow made it worse.