GARAM woke up when someone touched his forehead.
The scent coming from that hand smelled so good that he immediately stirred up.
He couldn't open his eyes yet, but…
"Sihyuk Hyung…?"
"I'm here," Song Sihyuk said softly. "You have a slight fever, but the doctor already gave you a fever-reducing shot. How are you feeling?"
"My body feels heavy…"
"Then get more sleep."
"I'm hungry."
"How does porridge sound?"
"Sounds good, but…" Garam opened his eyes slowly. It took a moment before Song Sihyuk's face became clear. "But I want the porridge that Junho makes when someone is sick in the house."
"I see," Song Sihyuk said, and then he turned to the door. "You heard my wife, Shin Geon. Call your husband and tell him to make porridge, then bring it here."
"Yes, sir."
Oh, Geon Hyung is here.
Shin Geon stepped out of the room to make a phone call before Garam could greet him, though.
"Do you need anything else, Garam-ah?"
"Your hand, Hyung."
