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Kim Dokja searched for Lee Jihye for quite a while before checking Jung Heewon's room.
Since both Yoo Sangah and Jung Heewon had taken care of Lee Jihye, and she wasn't in her own room—he had guessed they'd have brought her to one of their own rooms.
He gently twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. He found Lee Jihye sleeping, curled up in herself.
He got closer without worrying about making noise— Lee Jihye could sleep through a bombing.
Then he turned out the lamp on the bedside, the only source of light in the room at the moment.
[The constellation 'Maritime War God' smiles bitterly at the sight of its incarnation]
[1500 coins have been sponsored to the incarnation 'Lee Jihye']
[The constellation 'Queen Of The Darkest Spring' pities the kids]
[The constellation 'Prisoner Of The Golden Headband' agrees]
[2000 coins have been sponsored]
Her eyes were puffed and red, her nose too. Her precious desperate expression was gone.
Replaced by the soft relaxed expression of a vulnerable kid.
'No matter how tough she acts, she is too young for all this'
Kim Dokja's eyes relaxed, having finally found her. He smiled bitterly as he covered and tucked her into bed.
He gently—very, very carefully checked her temperature by touching her forehead.
Unconsciously Lee Jihye leaned into his palm.
He was caught off guard, but he sighed fondly— until his expression hardened.
'She's running a fever....'
[The constellation 'Demon-Like Judge Of Fire' thinks you would be a great mother]
[The constellation 'Queen Of The Darkest Spring' agrees]
—Gosh...Uriel you're truly delirious.
Kim Dokja couldn't help but mumble as he went back to ignoring those chilling messages.
He went out the room to get a water bottle and a few fever meds for Lee Jihye in case she woke up alone.
Once he found those, he took a cloth out of the cabinet and drenched it in cool water just to wring it out.
He then came back and put everything on the bedside table. He sat at the side of the bed and carefully put the cool cloth on her forehead.
'This should be enough for now... I should make her a light soup later..'
Looking her face, Kim Dokja was lost in thought. As he stood up to go out, for a brief moment— his sight blurred at the edges.
He instinctively supported himself on the wall in case he slipped. He felt his breath cut short.
'What the...'
He looked around in the dark room illuminated only by the weak light of the lamp.
[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' laughs hysterically pointing out that the incarnation almost slipped on nothing]
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' observes you silently]
[Many constellations find your clumsiness amusing]
[2500 coins have been sponsored]
He struggled to read the messages, the flood of new messages overstimulated him in the worst possible way.
He then squeezed his eyes and shook his head— hoping it'd clear his head.
He opened his eyes again and thankfully his sight had cleared.
He looked around once again, and read the messages.
'I'm glad it looked like that..but now I should get out of here'
'I can't possibly faint right before Lee Jihye... and be like:"Surprise! I wanted to keep you company...! yes, from.. from down here∠( ᐛ 」∠)_"
He walked out the room and closed the door as the awkward scenario played in his mind.
His feet moved on their own, until he reached the door of his own room.
—Well.. I guess I could use a quick break-
Just as he was about to open the door a shattering sound tore through the thin air.
A glass-breaking sound he was uncomfortably familiar with.
—Or maybe not.
Kim Dokja groaned internally and approached the source of the sound with long strides ignoring his heart— beating so quick and loudly he was sure the constellations could hear it.
Then another crash echoed through the hallway.
'They're going to destroy this whole building at this rate...'
When he arrived on the scene it looked like he wasn't the only one who heard the sound. The kids, Yoo Sangah and Lee Hyungsung were there too.
He looked at the culprits of this whole commotion and sighed.
Yoo Joonghyuk and Han Sooyoung.
He was one heartbeat away from facepalming himself when he actually understood the gravity of the situation.
On the surface, it looked like a glaring contest, but Yoo Joonghyuk's sword was deep in the wall— inches apart from Han Sooyoung's head.
The loud noise from before was caused by the poor vase caught in whatever fight they were having.
Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes were narrowed, dark and ready to strike.
Han Sooyoung on the other side was openly glaring at him, her face one of passive anger— surely more composed than Yoo Joonghyuk.
But Kim Dokja knew damn well that Han Sooyoung's true weapon was her tongue.
She didn't move, not because she was afraid— but because she didn't need to.