Hwayugi fanfic (Korean odyssey) : Guardian

Grim apartment part 1

A/N: PLEASE take a moment to read this message. 

Hello everyone. I'm back! Sorry for disappearing for such a long time. I'm drowning in assignments and final exams.... T.T 

Finally! I'm back to translate! And author Ah-D is also asking if anyone is willing to submit any fan arts for this fanfiction. If anyone's interested, please send it to my email : seikaasam@gmail.com

We appreciate anything! Please don't be shy! Author Ah-D is also working hard and trying and find ways to submit her work to Korea to make Hwayugi Season 2. If anyone of you out there knows any ways to contact Korean TV station or knows someone out there that can give us some advice, we would really appreciate it. Please help us out.

Anyway, please enjoy. Translation in the future might be slow but I promise they will be long! Stay happy and healthy! <3.

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"Due to recent increase in incidence of unexplained death, the public is feeling restless and the police have added reinforcement to patrolling. Please beware of your safety at night and avoid going out alone at night time......."

"Journalist have interviewed several families and friends of the victims and found some shocking discoveries. The victims differ in age but one thing they share in common is they have all mentioned receiving a mysterious invitation. It's rumored that anyone who receives that invitation will die 3 days after and their body will be found in random areas......"

"Is this a new rising urban myth? The police are working harder to investigate but have never found anything resembling an invitation. They are suspecting it's an uprise of a serial psychopath killer......."

"............."

Lightning darts across the sky and rain starts to pour instantly.

It's night time during the weekend.

He picks up the remote control and turns off the TV. Steam is gently drifting from the pot of hot congee.

He scoops a bowl of hot congee and brings it into the bedroom. He puts it on the table only to realize that she's awake.

She watches him through her heavy eyes.

He walks towards her and sits down. He removes the wet towel from her forehead and leans down, pressing their foreheads together.

Shortly after, he cradles her face:

"You still have a temperature. How are you feeling now?"

"I'm OK." She speaks but her voice is rough like sandpaper. She then keeps her mouth shut as he ponders over her condition.

"You can be more honest with me." He sighs.

"Let's eat something before you go back to sleep again."

"OK."

She's an easy patient to take care of. She is still worried about burdening others with her sickness. She always tries to endure and hide her discomforts. Somehow, she came down with a cold recently and he took her to the convenience store 3 days ago. Maybe it's because that witty grandson is no longer looking after the store, the quality of the items seems to have gone down as well now that a lazy white crane is in charge. The medication doesn't seem to be very effective. He got a fright last night when she suddenly developed a fever and he quickly went to summer fairy to ask for some medication, she only seems to get better today.

She slowly sits up with him supporting her back. Her hair and clothes are slightly damp with cold sweats. Now that she's not feeling well, he doesn't have the motivation to do anything and only cares about getting her to feel better.