I think I really like you Yeongsoo

By the time 10 a.m. arrived, the soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a gentle streak of light across the room. Haeun shifted beneath the blankets, his body feeling lighter than it had the night before. His fever had finally broken. He blinked slowly, his vision adjusting to the room around him. His body still ached, but the oppressive heat that had consumed him was gone, leaving only a dull, manageable discomfort in its place.

He turned his head toward the door just as it opened, revealing Yeongsoo, who walked in holding a white bag in his hand. His face looked tired, eyes slightly red from lack of sleep, but there was a soft, relieved smile on his lips when he saw Haeun awake.

"Hey," Haeun croaked, his voice weak but full of warmth. "You got up early."