The moment he blinks his eyes, he instantly sees the light peach ceiling on his room. He was still dizzy and feeling hot, he tried to open his eyes widely then he felt something cold on his forehead.
He lifted up his right hand and felt his own temperature, he saw a basin of water on the table beside the bed.
"Argh…" Yeon-ho groaned as he tried to sit up, his gaze went to the window and he could already see the dandelion sky with the setting sun. "What time is it?" he mumbled
Before he could make another move, a figure entered the door with a tray and soup. "Good timing, I cooked porridge" Jaewon walked towards him and put the tray on the table. "Eat it while it's still hot" he commented
Yeon-ho was a little bit surprised so he remained silent for a while, not even realizing that he was blushing. He never had anyone like this, caring for him when he was sick, and because it was new to him, he didn't know what to react to.
