“What’s with him?” Jongdae asks, maybe for once a little concerned over the group’s dancing machine. He is looking at Sehun, but the now blonde boy just shrugs. Sehun probably knows the least, despite labeling himself as Jongin’s best friend.

“Best friend my ,” Jongdae thinks, when Jongin is still splayed out on the floor, face buried in his duffel bag, after he had let out a long, pitiful wail. Jongdae has been rushing over to Jongin, only to be pushed away. “I’m not hurting anywhere,” Jongin has sighed and turned away, leaving Jongdae with a frown and the possible start of a headache. He really doesn’t need all these dying whale noises.

“Oh, it’s just this time of the year,” Junmyeon replies, all sympathetic smile. He is glancing at the two youngest. Sehun is sitting on Jongin’s back now, poking him, tickling him, anything to make Jongin stop this weird act. Jongin doesn’t stop.