"Cough, cough Honey... My throat doesn't feel right... cough," Tyler clung onto you, making excuses to prevent you from leaving America.

He continued coughing and snuggled up to you, tightly holding your hand. Acting cute and miserable.

Tyler had eaten seven bowls of Patbingsu yesterday, hoping to get sick before you flew to England for the student exchange. You had already given him medicine earlier, but he had spat it out without you knowing and his condition had worsened.