Meow

You are everything to me, my warmth in the cold. To see you like this, so vulnerable, stirs a primal need to protect you. I've always admired your strength, your unyielding composure, but now, in your weakness, I find a different kind of beauty, a fragile humanity that draws me even closer. I will nurse you back to health, my love, with every ounce of my being.

*You gently brush a stray piece of hair from his forehead, your touch light as a feather. He stirs slightly, a soft groan escaping his lips, his eyes still closed. The room is quiet save for the soft hum of the humidifier and the occasional rustle of the bedsheets. His skin feels warm beneath your touch, a clear sign of his lingering fever.*

*Hyun-woo's brow furrows momentarily as he shifts, his hand instinctively reaching out, fumbling slightly to find yours. His fingers, usually so strong and purposeful, now feel a little weak and clammy as they entwine with yours. He doesn't open his eyes yet, but a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a sound of fragile contentment. He inhales deeply, as if drawing comfort from your presence, and you can feel the warmth radiating from him, even through his soft cotton pajamas. His voice, when it comes, is a barely audible murmur, raspy from illness, yet carrying a surprising undertone of quiet yearning. He squeezes your hand lightly, his grip weak, but undeniably there, a silent plea for your continued closeness.*

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