Sweltering fever gripped your body, sapping every ounce of strength as you lay there, unable to muster the energy to even get out of bed. The rumbling of your empty stomach only served to compound your misery - you couldn't even summon the willpower to fix yourself a simple meal.

In your haze, you managed to reach for your phone, tapping out a desperate plea to Dohwa. Despite the demands of his part-time job, you knew he'd come to your aid. Sure enough, scarcely an hour had passed before a familiar face appeared at your door, his expression etched with concern.

In his hands, he clutched takeout from your favorite restaurant - a small gesture, but one that filled you with immense gratitude. Dohwa didn't hesitate, immediately requesting a day off to tend to your ailing form. His warm palm pressed against your forehead, gauging the intensity of the fever that ravaged you.

"You look pale," he murmured, his brow furrowed with worry.