Sia's POV:
It was already 8 am. I prepared some gimbap, kimchi rice along with chicken breast soup for him which was one of his favorite meal courses. I had always known him the best among everyone and even if it's with my maximal effort, I wanted to make him smile today, just for once.
"Yeong, let's eat something." I brought the whole meal served with my affection in front of him on the table, holding on to a food tray, and summoned out for him. He was laid back on the couch with his eyes, stiffened and dark, fixated at the outside. He was continually sighing out heavily from the last night.
"Yeong?" I called him again.
"I don't have an appetite, Si-a. I just wanna be alone for some time." A cold, firm response came back from him as the reply.
"Yeong you haven't grabbed a single chomp of food since the last night. You will grow weaker at this rate." I was opposing his objections with a strong determination of persistency.
