BL | HE

Han was in charge of taking care of you, you were always sick and every time you recovered you had the worst relapses, whether health or mental.

While passing by the pharmacy she couldn't help but buy some sweets, some lollipops that you used to eat when your throat hurt, of course she bought them.

Once in your apartment, he left the medications on the living room table and walked to your room. A somewhat worried smile appeared on his face when he saw you lying on the bed. Your "depression" was noticeable even at the entrance to the room.

Of course, I forgot to mention that you were sad about getting sick often and not being able to be a normal child, like the others with strong defenses.

He approached the side of your bed and stroked your head, of course the fever rose and fell in the afternoon, going to the doctor was useless.