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For some reason, Feofan feels weak to even get up from the bed until a voice wonders if he’s ever going to get up from the bed.
“Are you ever gonna get up from the bed?” It’s Zandik.
Feofan tries to sit and now feels his head pounding. He rubs his forehead, a helpless grunt escaping his lips. “Ugh...”
Zandik approaches Feofan and then joins him on the bed, placing his palm on Feofan’s forehead as if to check his temperature. He soon cups Feofan’s cheeks and has their forehead touched while maintaining eye contact. “You have a fever. Just rest.”
Feofan returns to lying down on the bed. He witnesses Zandik silently leaving the room and coming back a short while later carrying a tray of food and water.
“Made you some soup,” Zandik says.
Hearing that prompts Feofan to blink his eyes. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
Not only can Zandik cook, his cooking also tastes good as he feeds Feofan the soup he prepared for him that Feofan manages to finish it all.
“Don’t forget to take your medicine,” Zandik then reminds.
Feofan obliges and Zandik watches, ensuring that Feofan really has taken his medicine.
“Haha,” Feofan helplessly laughs.
Zandik scowls at Feofan. “What are you laughing for?”
Feofan shakes his head. “No, it’s just funny to see you like this.” He cooked for him, fed him, and took care of him. Feofan reminisces it with a smile that reaches his eyes. “You’re not like this with anyone.”
Zandik looks away and crosses his arms, seemingly embarrassed that it was brought up. “Hmph.”
Feofan stares at Zandik, thinking: this man is really cute and he wants to ruin him so badly. His hand reaches to cup Zandik’s cheek and turns Zandik to face him, almost pulling him into a kiss until Zandik covers his lips with the palm of his hand.
“Get better first before you can do inappropriate things to me,” Zandik tells Feofan.
Feofan gives a weak laugh and collapses onto the bed in defeat. “Ah, I can’t wait to get better so I can finally do inappropriate things to you.”
Zandik unexpectedly kisses Feofan on the forehead. “Sleep well.”
Feofan covers his hot cheeks with his palms, unaccustomed to seeing Zandik in such a romantic light. That was so cute. “You’re making it worse...”