Diagnosis: sprained ankle, muscle strain.
Recovery: a few weeks.

Dohoon nodded like it didn't matter.

But it did.

Back at the dorm, the others tried to lighten the mood.

Youngjae joked.

Jihoon offered snacks.

Shinyu reassured him.

But once everyone went to their rooms, the silence felt heavier.

Hanjin knocked softly.

"Come in."

Dohoon was sitting on his bed, staring at his wrapped ankle.

"I'm going to slow everyone down," he said quietly.

Hanjin walked closer.

"You won't."

"I already did."

Hanjin crouched in front of him.

"You've carried us so many times. Let us carry you."

He reached for the wrap gently.

"Does this hurt?"

Dohoon inhaled slightly when Hanjin's fingers brushed his skin.

"Not when you're careful."

Hanjin's touch softened even more.

Slow. Focused. Protective.

When he finished rewrapping the bandage, he didn't move away.

Instead, he rested his forehead lightly against Dohoon's knee.

"You scared me," Hanjin admitted quietly.

Dohoon's hand found his hair instinctively.

"I'm still here."