The house was silent, except for the muffled sound of the wind outside. Hyeon was sitting in the living room, reviewing some work papers, when he realized he hadn’t heard anything coming from Mirion’s room in a while. Normally, the teenager would be fiddling with something, listening to music, or mumbling about some school assignment. Hyeon frowned, bothered by the sudden silence, and decided to check.

He opened the bedroom door carefully and saw Mirion wrapped in blankets, his face pale and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Hyeon approached with quick steps, feeling something strange in his chest.

“Why are you awake?” he asked, his tone almost authoritative, but there was a slight tremor in his voice. Hyeon took a step forward, narrowing his eyes.

He placed his hand on Mirion’s forehead and immediately felt the intense heat. The touch made Mirion flinch slightly, but not before Hyeon let out a heavy sigh.

“You can’t take care of yourself, is that it?” Hyeon said, the irritation still present, but his voice was lower now.