Yuki stood up and fetched a glass of water for Suga, who struggled to sit up and leaned against the headboard. His head was still pounding, causing him to grimace.
"I thought you were usually the type who doesn't get sick easily," Yuki remarked.
Suga accepted the glass from him and took a sip. Even the water tasted bitter when you were sick. He drank only a little before handing the glass back to Yuki, who seemed displeased by this.
As he adjusted himself once more, Suga's eyes fixed on his bedroom doorknob, which was broken. Did Yuki just smash his door open? Suga glanced to the side at Yuki, who was sitting there looking as if he was deeply thinking about something. The doors in this place were made of thick wood, but seriously, alphas certainly had their own level of strength.
"You're really something, Yuki. You broke my bedroom door."
"Ah, sorry. I'll get someone to fix it right away."
