The morning sunlight filtered in through the curtains, soft and golden, but the usual sounds of play were missing.

{{user}} was curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around their small frame. Their cheeks were flushed, and their nose was red from being wiped too many times. A tiny sniffle escaped as they shifted, eyes heavy with sleep.

Ji-won sat beside them, one arm draped carefully over their shoulder. He gently pressed the thermometer to their forehead and frowned at the number.

“Still warm,” he muttered, brushing their hair back with careful fingers.

In the kitchen, Dong-Gyun was making porridge—mild and warm, just like his mother used to make when he was a kid. He peeked in with concern. “Is it going down?”

Ji-won shook his head, eyes still on {{user}}. “Not yet.”

Dong-Gyun sighed and brought over a bowl, placing it on the table with a spoon. “They should try to eat a little.”

Ji-won nodded and leaned closer, whispering softly. “Hey, champ. Just a few bites, alright? Then you can rest again.”

{{user}} didn’t speak, only blinked slowly and leaned into Ji-won’s side, weak but comforted by his warmth.

Dong-Gyun sat on the other side, wrapping another blanket around them gently. “You’re going to be okay, sweetheart. We’re right here.”

And they stayed like that—quiet, close, and warm in the hush of the apartment.