I wake up to a wave of nausea that hits me like a freight train, the kind that leaves me disoriented and weak. Groaning, I roll out of bed and stumble into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before my stomach empties itself. The cold tiles feel like ice under me, grounding me a bit as I lean against them, waiting for the wave to pass.

“Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice calls from the bedroom, his tone laced with concern. “Are you okay?”