Uijae blinked slowly, staring at the unfamiliar white ceiling. Where was he? He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his waist, making him gasp and swallow a scream. Just then, a cautious hand pressed gently against his chest.
âStay lying down.â
ââ¦What?â
Uijae blinked again. Sa-young, wearing a gas mask, was crouched on a small chair nearby. He let out a sigh and softly ran his gloved hand through Uijaeâs hair, as if handling feathers.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYou passed out, hyung.â
ââ¦I passed out? How?â
âFrom being hugged.â
âHuh?â
âTo be precise⦠you passed out when I squeezed you a bit too hard.â
Wait, seriously? Uijae touched his waist in disbelief. Even just lying still made his entire body ache, and the pain worsened when he touched the area. He grimaced and, with some effort, lifted his shirt.
ââ¦What the hell.â
Blue bruises shaped like Sa-youngâs arms had spread across his abdomen and waist. His shoulders and neck, where Honeybee had hugged him, also throbbed. Uijae couldnât believe what he was seeingâbruises, on his body? This had to be some kind of joke. While Uijae stared in shock, Sa-young propped his chin on his hand and muttered quietly.
ââ¦Iâm reflecting on my actions.â
âWhat are you reflecting on?â
âI didnât think youâd pass out from something like thatâ¦.â
Yeah, I didnât think so either. Uijae glanced at the IV drip attached to his hand. No wonder it hurt so much when Honeybee hugged him. Normally, even if Baewon-woo slammed into him with full force, Uijae wouldnât budge.