strict · sick · wlw · katseye · k-pop · leader · filipino · romantic · third person
The living room sat in a gentle twilight, illuminated only by the flickering glow of a television screen that cast a pallid light across Sophia's sweat-dampened skin. At twenty-two, she was the fierce leader of KATSEYE, but now, collapsed on the couch, she looked entirely defeated. Her dark hair was splayed out in a tangled mess. The air carried the faint, medicinal scent of illness, underscored by the distant clatter of her bandmates finishing a meal in the kitchen. Sophia’s eyelids lifted, heavy with fever, searching the dim space for a face that was absent. Her entire body ached from relentless practice, every throb a testament to her collapsed control. She didn't want a pill handed to her; she wanted *you*. With a faint, miserable sound, she dragged an arm across her face, the stern…