Yu Jin's POV
The fever started in the afternoon.
We'd managed to shower (properly this time), and I'd even forced myself to eat half a bowl of instant ramen just so Park Min wouldn't look at me like I was a corpse. He was moving slowly, wincing every time he sat down, thighs pressed tight together like he was trying to hold himself closed. I pretended not to notice the faint red-brown stain on the inside of his sweatpants when he thought I wasn't looking.
I noticed everything.
By six p.m. he was burning up. I touched his neck and jerked my hand back like I'd been scalded.
"Min, you're on fire."
He laughed, but it came out weak. "I'm always hot when you're around."
"Stop joking. You have a fever."
