When Yeongsoo finished preparing the soup, he turned to find Haeun fast asleep on the bed, breathing softly, his face relaxed but the bandages on his face made his eyes darken.
A faint frown tugged at Yeongsoo's lips as he approached, carrying the bowl and a spoon. He knelt down beside him, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Haeun's forehead. The sight stirred something protective in him—an overwhelming urge to care for Haeun, to ensure he was safe and comforted.
"Haeun," he whispered gently, trying to rouse him. "Wake up. You need to eat something."
Haeun's eyes fluttered open, and he blinked groggily, squinting up at Yeongsoo. "Mmm… Yeongsoo?" he murmured, still half-asleep.
"Yes, it's me," Yeongsoo replied, his voice soft but coaxing. "I made you some soup. You need to eat, even just a little."