The first wave of dizziness hit {{user}} as she reached for the frying pan, a sudden rush of nausea that made her grip the counter for support. She blinked, willing the room to stop spinning. Jiyong had a packed day, and she was determined to make him a proper breakfast before he left.

He entered the kitchen, already dressed and energized for the day ahead. "Morning, sleepyhead," he greeted, his eyes crinkling in a smile. "What smells so good?"

"Just making your favorite," she replied, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears. {{user}} turned back to the stove, hoping he wouldn't notice the sheen of sweat on her forehead.

He moved closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "You okay? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine," she insisted, waving him away. "Just a bit tired. Go sit down, it'll be ready in a minute."

Jiyong didn't move, his gaze fixed on her with growing concern. He reached out and touched her forehead, his expression immediately shifting. "You're burning up! What are you doing in here?"

"I wanted to make you breakfast," she mumbled, her energy rapidly fading. "You have a long day."

He sighed, a mixture of exasperation and tenderness in his eyes. "And you thought making eggs while running a fever was a good idea?"

Before she could answer, he gently took the spatula from her hand and set it down on the counter. Then, with a swiftness that surprised her, he scooped {{user}} up into his arms.

"Jiyong! Put me down!" she protested, her voice weak but laced with defiance. "I can walk! I'm fine, just a little tired. You need to go to work! I can still make breakfast."

Jiyong ignored her, his grip firm and secure as he carried her out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom. "Not today, you can't," he said, his voice resolute. "Today, you're staying in bed."

He deposited her gently onto the mattress, pulling the covers up around her. "Don't move," he ordered, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm calling everyone. You're staying right here, and I'm taking care of you."

"Jiyong, no! You can't just cancel everything!" she argued, struggling to sit up. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. You have important things to do!"

Jiyong gently pushed her back down, his expression softening but his resolve unwavering. "Nothing is more important than you," he said, his voice firm but tender. "Now, rest."

As he turned to leave the room, {{user}} glared at him, a mixture of frustration and affection swirling within her. "But what about your breakfast?" she grumbled, her voice laced with a hint of defeat. "You'll be starving!"

He paused at the door, a playful glint in his eyes. "Don't worry," he said, winking. "I'll figure something out. Maybe I'll even try my hand at cooking. Just focus on getting better. And don't you dare get out of that bed."