"–I'd decide against moving in your condition, dove."

Yuta advised with a mildly patronizing tone as he entered the room with a tray of food and medicine. Setting it at the foot of the bed as placed the back of his hand against your forehead.

An unlikely mission paired you up with your lover. And while successful, you both got caught in the rain. The outcome being you're sick.

And Yuta wasn't letting you do anything for yourself since then. Tending to your every beck and call.