Jongin had never been more stressed in his life. His body never stopped aching these days, but there was nothing he could do about it. They had just finished filming a couple dances, including a possible dance practice for Taemin’s debut song, and despite the sweat, he was shivering. The lace shirt didn’t cover much, and he knew that Chaeyeon was right--it would get clicks, but he was still cold.
 

Chaeyeon noticed and threw her own jacket over his shoulders. “I think you’re getting sick.”

Jongin shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. We can’t afford to care.”

Kwon Jiyong clapped his hands together. “That’s enough for today. I’ll see you all the day after Christmas.”

It was past midnight, and Jongin, Chaeyeon, and Kyungsoo frowned. Even Taemin looked confused, and he wiped beads of sweat from his forehead, pulling on a shirt. Chaeyeon muttered, “What day is it today?”

Kyungsoo whipped out his phone. “It’s officially the