Guri's Old Mansion ✅

14.

Midori's words hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the looming mystery that lurked within the old mansion that had drawn them together in unforeseen circumstances. The revelation of her fever served as a stark reminder of the fragility of their situation, casting a shadow over their initial sense of adventure and curiosity.

Dokyeom's explanation offered a glimpse into the events that had transpired in her absence, his concern for her well-being evident in his actions and words. Mingyu's speculation about the potential cause of her fever hinted at the unpredictability of their surroundings, where even a simple act like taking a cold bath could have unforeseen consequences.

Hoshi's reassurance of Jeonghan's imminent return with a doctor brought a glimmer of hope to the group, a ray of light in the midst of uncertainty and doubt.

Midori's mention of the old mansion reignited a sense of curiosity tinged with apprehension, a reminder of the shadowy secrets that lay hidden within its walls. The absence of Jeonghan provided a brief window of opportunity to explore the old mansion's mysteries which Midori tried to explain.

Dokyeom's words cut through the silence like a blade, his concern for Midori's well-being palpable in the air. As he gently took the damp handkerchief from Minhee's hand and placed it on Midori's forehead, a sense of hushed reassurance settled over the room. The weight of worry etched deep lines on Dokyeom's brow, a shadow of fear that mirrored the unspoken concerns that lingered within each of them.

A soft smile graced the faces of the group. But Midori's somber gaze and Dokyeom's furrowed brow spoke volumes, a silent exchange of emotions that transcended words.

"You talk too much nowadays. Don't talk much and sleep," Dokyeom's gentle admonition reverberated in the room, a reminder of the fragility of Midori's condition. His unwavering presence by her side, a steadfast guardian in the face of adversity, spoke volumes of his loyalty and care for their friend.

The others silently made their way out of the room as Dokyeom told them to go back to their room.

Dokyeom's unwavering vigil by Midori's side bore witness to his inner turmoil, a mix of fear and hope that danced in his eyes as he diligently checked her fever's temperature.

As the night wore on, the silence of the room was punctuated only by the soft rustle of bed sheets and the occasional creak of floorboards beneath Dokyeom's restless pacing. His eyes never strayed from Midori's form, a silent sentinel in the night, his heart heavy with worry and his mind fraught with questions that had no easy answers.