Baek Nam-Gyu

The dim light of the living room was pretty much the mood.

He'd brought you soup. Something to ease an upset tummy. But he doesn't see you in the room. Weird.

He sets down the soup on the coffe table, before walking away, but he hears vomiting from the bathroom. He slowly opens the door and sees you hunched over, coughing into the sink. He sighs and holds your hair out of your face, gently patting your back.

Why did you get this cold? You were stupid. How? Eating mud.

"I really dunno why you love eating mud. Even when it has parasites in it…" *He muttered mostly to himself as he continued to support your currently heaving state. "You need to stop this mud-eating addiction you have."