망돌 1군 만들기 프로젝트 [2]

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Immediately, a question crossed my face as I lay on the bed.

crash.

Why is the conflict so benign?

I felt it even when I was in the hospital.

why?

Paradoxically, anxiety arises in a stable physical condition.

But he soon shook his head.

It's a pointless worry.

I've been unconscious for two days from the unimaginable pain, so I'm okay now.

The moment I closed my eyes, the door opened.

Grumble-

I was shocked from the sound of footsteps.

Seungha Choi placed his hand on my forehead and muttered.

"Is this a mild fever? It has fallen a lot. Brother, aren't you sleeping? "Wake up."

"... ... ."

Choi Seung-ha, smiling, placed the pills prescribed at the hospital on my palm and then handed me a cup filled with water.

"Yuha and I decided to switch rooms for a few days."

"Do whatever you feel like."

Just don't come up on my bed.

He didn't tell me to go back to his room, and he wasn't a great person to listen to.

- I thought, but I withdrew that thought in less than 5 minutes.

"hey."

"yes?"

"If you're going to keep staring at me like that, go to your room."

"Haha! "Do I really care that much?"

There's no way it won't be used.

He's been staring at me since a while ago.

"If you're worried about something like this, it's okay."

Slur-

With a thud, a soft cotton pillow flew into Choi Seung-ha's face.

Of course, I threw it in to prevent nonsense.

"Either you brush your teeth and make eye contact while you come back, or go to your room. "Please choose one of the two."

After I finished speaking, I paused.

"... ... ? "Why are you following me?"

"Umm, huh?"

As soon as I took a step away, I was dumbfounded by the guy chasing me, and I grimaced.

"Do you want to sleep?"

"You know, bro."

"... ... ?"

"Do you have to tell me if you're sick? "Okay?"

When I nodded, Seungha Choi smiled brightly.

"If you lie again and pretend to be okay alone~"

Seungha Choi whispered softly.

"I feel really angry."

* * *

Thump, thump, thump.

Dawn when everyone is asleep.

Shin Yuha came out to the veranda alone and tapped his left fingernail with an anxious face.

It was a habit that appeared when something uneasy occurred.