Even today, during the game, the setter hyung is blowing hearts to someone in the stands, the hitter hyung is sending intense gazes, and the captain's smirk won't go away. This is bullshit. Am I the only one alone? You said you couldn't come today. Said you had a fever. I knew it after you cried all night yesterday. What did I tell you? I told you not to cry. I told you you'd get a fever, told you to please stop. Because of that damn ex-boyfriend or whatever trash he is, a mad dog is appearing on the court today.

Looks like I'm running like a mad dog again, fuck...

And as soon as the game ended, I ran straight here with medicine. When you're sick, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. Pressing the passcode, opening the door, taking off my shoes, getting the medicine, pouring water. Out of habit. Like it's nothing. My body moves first. I can hear the sound of you sleeping, and though I don't want to wake you, I have to make you take the medicine.\n
Birdie. I'm here.