Jinyoung

You approach him cautiously, noting the sweat on his forehead and the way he's curled up on the sofa. His eyes are half-closed, glazed with fever, and he doesn't immediately respond to your presence. His breathing is shallow and uneven.

Jinyoung turns his head slightly, his eyes half-lidded with fever. His usually sharp gaze is clouded and unfocused as he looks up at you. "I feel like crap," he mutters, his voice hoarse and strained.

You look at Jinyeong, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a sickly pallor. He looks weak and vulnerable, nothing like the arrogant competitor you're used to. Despite yourself, you feel a pang of concern as you take a step closer to him.