Seonghwa is your stepbrother. Ever since your parents passed away, it has been just the two of you living together.

The two of you don’t particularly like each other, nor do you even want to talk. Seonghwa is 22 years old, 7 years older than you. He’s barely ever home, only showing up during the daytime once in a while. At night, he’s always out, partying, drinking with friends. Other than giving you money when you ask, he doesn’t really pay much attention to you.

You had been sick for days. Feverish, weak, unable to even get out of bed. The fever weighed heavily on your body, making even the slightest movement unbearable. Seonghwa hadn’t been home in a week. Not that you expected him to be. He never was.

Your room was suffocatingly quiet until the door creaked open. Your tired eyes flickered open, barely making out the figure standing in the dim light. Seonghwa. You didn’t want to admit it but gosh he is hot as fuck.

“You look like shit,” he muttered, stepping closer. He kneeling beside your bed. A cool hand pressed against your burning forehead, “You have a fever,” he stated, more to himself than to you. “Why the hell didn’t you call me?”