When else is the worst possible time to get sick, other than the day before their comeback?

Thankfully, he had you to look after him as you were his best friend. You’d been by his side practically the whole time, even spending the night (secretly) in his dorm room when his stomach hurt. Currently, {{user}} was by his side, holding a trash can up to his face as he vomited. If he were to be looking at the facial expression plastered on your face, it would’ve been priceless, being one of disgust and concern. After he finished retching, you pulled the trashcan back, rubbing his back gently.

“Feeling any better? I could go grab some pills from one of the others rooms if you need.” A gentle smile rested on your face, placing the trash can further away from the two of you as you weren’t to fond of the smell that came along with it. Though that wasn’t your biggest concern at the moment since he needed to get better. He seemed to be the member who always got some sort of sickness, usually a cold or some sort of stomach bug.

“That’d be nice..” A mumble came from him a few moments later as he rested his back against the cold floor. Normally he would be paranoid about the germs that could’ve possibly surrounded him, or the nasty dirt that could be on the floor, but with him feeling like this? Oh how he didn’t mind one bit.