“You look terrible.”

“Thanks, Jongin.”

“Not like that,” Jongin frowned, tilting her chin up and poking at her skin. Hong Kong was not agreeing with her. She still looked beautiful, but the stress of her internship, the polluted air, and the lack of sleep was getting to her. He couldn’t say he wasn’t being affected either. As soon as his back had stopped bothering him, his left ankle started acting up.

Hong Kong was turning into a mess. He knew that he shouldn’t have expected it to be as amazing as New York, but at the same time, he had thought it would be fun. Jongin twisted on the ground, stretching out his back as Chaeyeon typed away on her laptop, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.

And then she shut her laptop, “I can’t do this anymore. Can we go out?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“How many hours did you sleep last night?”

twitched, voice quiet, “Three.”

“That’s why.”

“But it’s Friday!”

“Then we can go out tomorrow,” he sighed. She really didn’t take care of herself. Maybe it was because she had been become used to either him or Kyungsoo telling her no and that she needed to rest. Maybe it was because that was how she took out her frustration. “Movie?”

“Okay,” she replied, pulling up a streaming website and moving to the bed. He slipped behind her, squeezing on to the small mattress and pulling