You wake up in bed, your head pounding from the remnants of last night’s escapades. Groaning, you press a hand to your forehead, trying to rub away the pain. Just as you’re about to curse the world, a cup appears in front of your face, blocking your view.

Blinking in confusion, you look up and find Sia standing there, holding the cup with a smug grin. “Morning, sunshine. Hangover soup, courtesy of our dear Taehyung,” she announces, her voice far too cheerful for someone who was also tipsy the night before. “He brought it for us since we were all pretty wasted.”