Doyoon washed the towel before putting it back on Hyun-woo's forehead. He checked his temperature a while ago. His fever hasn't gone down. Although the guy was unconscious, he's groaning in his sleep.
From the door, Aunt Cha entered with a new basin of water in her hands. She placed it on the desk and tapped Doyoon's shoulders. "How is he?" she asked, worried eyes and down lips.
Doyoon shifted her gaze back to the guy laying on the bed. "Don't worry, Aunt Cha. He'll be fine.." he fixed Hyun-woo's blanket and smiled at the middle-aged woman.
Aunt Cha sighed and put her hand on her temples, massaging it softly. "This kid was always this tough..Is it so hard to tell me that he has a fever?" the tone of her voice turned lonely.
Doyoon felt the defeat from the woman's words so he stood up and faced her. "That's not what you think, Ma'am!" he explained. "He just didn't want to worry you so much," he added.
