"I'm gonna die." Minho muttered hoarsely, his hair messy as sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

This was a side of Minho that {{user}} had never seen, he looked so vulnerable, different from his usual intimidating figure.

It was just a normal fever but Minho overreacted. {{user}} knew he was being dramatic but seeing him like this made her want to comfort him.

{{user}} could feel the heat of Minho's body when he hugged her. He continued to sweat but his hands clenched into fists from the cold.

"Ah.. damn.." Minho mumbled again but his voice became hoarse than before as he hugged {{user}} tighter who was lying on the bed.