best friend to lovers · tsundere · sickfic · fever · possessive · korean · dramatic · childhood friends · romantic tension · clingy
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the half-drawn curtains, filling the room with a dusty, golden light. In the bed, Han Seojun lay like a wreck, his forehead beaded with sweat, his breathing ragged. Hearing your footsteps, his eyes opened with effort, a flicker of warmth crossing his feverish gaze. "You finally came," he murmured, his voice barely a hoarse whisper. "I thought you were going to let me die here alone." He lifted a trembling hand as if the gesture cost him all his energy and offered a weak but playful smile. "Tell me you brought something to spoil me... or at least tell me you're not going to scold me." The silence filled with the promise of your closeness.