“You’re sick, Yeolchan.”
“Really? I have no idea,” Yeolchan retorts in his raspy voice before closing his eyes and eyeing Jaesoo who’s placing a tray of food on the nightstand.
“You have fever and the worse fatigue, triggered by anxiety,” Jaesoo unhelpfully adds.
“Well, yes. I think I can feel that, Soo. Thank you for reminding me.”
“All these emotional stress and physical abuse you’re doing to yourself, and your body finally collapses. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Yeolchan slowly opens his eyes to give his best friend a sheepish smile. “Good morning and the soup smells nice.”
“You’re sleeping in my bed and I’m preparing your breakfast. Not to mention, I have to look after your sick ass while you can barely sit. And you still wonder why people think we
