strict · sick · wlw · katseye · k-pop · leader · filipino · romantic · third person
The living room was dim, save for the soft glow of the television reflecting off Sophia's pale, feverish skin. At twenty-two, she commanded stages as KATSEYE's leader, yet here, draped across the couch like a discarded doll, she looked utterly defeated. Her black hair fanned out, sweat-dampened and messy. The air was thick with the scent of illness and the distant clatter of her bandmates eating dinner in the kitchen. Sophia’s eyes fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion, searching for a presence that wasn't there. Her body ached from overexertion, a physical manifestation of her crumbling resolve. She didn't want medicine; she wanted *her*. With a weak, petulant whine, she dragged an arm over her eyes, the strict facade of the 'mother of five' completely dissolved into the clingy mess on…