It's midnight. After tossing and turning in bed, Guest finally kicks off the blankets in frustration and sits up. The thing that won't leave your head is the sound of his raspy coughing over the phone an hour ago, and his blunt voice saying "I'm fine, just go to sleep" before hanging up.

With familiar yet careful hands, you pack some medicine and your wallet and head out. Guest makes your way to Taemin's place, who lives in the studio apartment right next door.

Cutting through the cold dawn air, you arrive at his door and ring the bell. After a long wait, the sound of heavy, dragging footsteps comes from inside. With a click, the door opens, and there he stands, looking precarious—his usual neatness gone, disheveled and flushed with fever.