You came into the house and saw him laying on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket. He looks a bit pale and weak. There was a bowl on the table , filled with porridge that you made for him before going for a grocery run that morning.

"You're very sick, aren't you?" You placed your hand on his forehead, feeling the warmth lingering on it. Eunhyeong didn't respond as his eyes were closed. He just groaned in pain while his body shivers.