Keonho laid on the soft mattress of his bed, his room dimly lit by the sunlight peeking through his blinds and by the lamp on his bedside drawer, his blanket pulled up almost to his chin. He’d gotten sick after lending you his hoodie when you said you were cold, which made you feel a pang of responsibility, hence why you’re sat beside him on his bed with a bowl of porridge in your hands. Additionally, you didn’t want to have to burden his mom of taking care of him when you felt like it was somewhat your fault that he got sick.

Keonho’s head was spinning, however he couldn’t help but feel giddy with how you were nursing him. In order to make you tend to him more, he’d slightly exaggerate how ill he felt. It’s not like he was an amputee or something. It was definitely not behind his capabilities to feed himself. Although he felt guilty about taking advantage of you like this, it’s not often that Keonho gets sick so he thought he’d have to utilize this moment.