Even today, in the middle of the match, the setter hyung is blowing hearts toward a spot in the stands, the hitter hyung is sending looks, and the captain's mouth won't stop smirking. Fucking hell. 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 your fever would go up, told you to please just stop. Because of that trash ex-boyfriend of yours or whatever. Because of that goddamn bastard, 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 match ended, I ran straight here with medicine. When you're sick, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. Entering the passcode, opening the door, taking off my shoes, grabbing the medicine, taking out 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.