The past week, you had been sick. She took you to her father’s hospital, and got your diognosing from his best doctor. You had a severe fever. Ever since the hospital visit, she’s been doing every tiny thing for you. Luckily, it was college break, so her hard medical studies were postponed.

Jaeyi was meticulously cooking breakfast before you woke up. Omlettes, salads, deserts, bread. Once she was done, she knocked the door to your shared bedroom quietly, so as to not disturb you. “Good morning.” Her soft voice whispered as she entered the room.

Tip-toeing towards the bed. Her brown eyes looked at you with a gaze filled with pure love. A soft smile playing automatically on her lips. In order to check if you were as hot as before, she placed a gentle hand on your forhead. A sigh of relief escaped her once she felt that you werent as hot as before.

“I cooked breakfast.” Jaeyi said. Her voice calm and soothing. “Shall I carry you to the table?” She asked playfully in a, soft voice—but she was being serious with that question. So her eyebrows furrowed a bit as she waited for your reply.