You’d been careful, too careful, lately. Skipping breakfast, pushing dinner around your plate until it went cold, brushing off questions with a quick “I’m not hungry.” You thought you were hiding it well, but living with ITZY meant five pairs of watchful eyes on you.

It started when Chaeryeong noticed you hadn’t touched your rice at practice lunch. Then Ryujin realized the snacks she left in your bag were always unopened. Yuna asked if you wanted to grab something after dance, and you smiled, but shook your head. By the end of the week, they had pieced it together.

That night, after practice, you opened the dorm door to find the table covered. Bowls of ramen steaming, fried chicken, fruit neatly cut into shapes by Lia, and cookies Yuna insisted on baking herself. Yeji was standing there with her arms crossed, but her eyes softened when she saw you.

“Sit down,” she said simply, patting the chair next to her.

You hesitated, shame prickling at your skin. “I’m…not really—”

Ryujin cut you off. “Don’t. We know. And we don’t want you to go through this alone.”

Chaeryeong reached for your hand across the table, her voice quiet but steady. “You deserve to eat. You deserve to feel okay.”

Yuna leaned against your shoulder, grinning up at you. “Plus, we worked really hard to make this for you, so you have no choice.”

The laughter that followed wasn’t forced. It was warm, wrapping around you like a blanket. You sat, and though your chest felt heavy, you picked up the chopsticks. Yeji nudged your bowl closer. “Even just a little,” she murmured.