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[The Next Morning — Daegu]
The morning light filtered softly through the thin curtains, painting Woozi’s room in shades of pale gold. Wonwoo stirred beneath the blanket, blinking against the gentle glow. He reached for his spectacles on the nightstand, slid them on, and stretched before heading to the washroom.
Cold water washed away the heaviness of the night. When he returned, Woozi was still curled beneath the blanket, his breathing shallow, his skin pale.
Wonwoo placed a hand on Woozi’s forehead and exhaled quietly.
“At least your temperature’s settled a bit,” he murmured, before heading downstairs.
In the kitchen, he found a few ingredients. Soon, the soft aroma of simmering soup filled the air.
“Perfect,” Wonwoo said softly, turning off the stove. He carried the bowl upstairs carefully, the steam curling in the air.
He set the bowl on the bedside table and sat beside Woozi.
“Jihoon…” he called gently, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. “Wake up. You need to eat something.”
Woozi stirred, a faint frown crossing his face. “Wonwoo…?” he whispered.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Wonwoo said, smiling faintly. “Come on, sit up a little.”
Woozi blinked slowly, trying to focus. “What time is it?”
“Almost ten.” Wonwoo slipped an arm behind his back, helping him up. Woozi leaned heavily against him, weak but obedient. After helping him to the washroom, Wonwoo guided him back to bed.
“You didn’t have to…” Woozi murmured.
“I did,” Wonwoo said simply, taking the bowl from the table. “I made soup. Try to sip a little.”
Woozi hesitated, eyes downcast. “I’m not hungry.”
“Jihoon.” Wonwoo’s tone softened but stayed firm. “You haven’t eaten in two days. You need strength—you can’t rely on IV fluids forever.”
Woozi sighed and reached for the spoon, his hands trembling. The spoon clattered slightly. Wonwoo caught it before it spilled.
“Here,” he said quietly. “Let me.”
Woozi didn’t argue. Wonwoo fed him slowly, one spoon at a time. Between small breaks, Woozi coughed weakly but kept going until the bowl was half empty.
“That’s enough,” Woozi whispered, turning his face away.
Wonwoo nodded. “Alright. Half is good enough for now.” He set the bowl aside and handed him his medicine with a glass of water.
Woozi grimaced but swallowed obediently. “You sound like a strict doctor,” he muttered faintly.
Wonwoo smirked. “That’s because I am one. And my patient here doesn’t listen very well.”
A faint chuckle escaped Woozi’s lips. “Guess I’m a stubborn case.”
“Exactly,” Wonwoo said, tucking the blanket up to Woozi’s shoulders.
Woozi’s smile lingered as his eyelids grew heavy. “Thanks… for staying.”
“Don’t thank me,” Wonwoo murmured. “Just promise you won’t hide things anymore. You don’t have to go through everything alone.”
Woozi’s lips curved faintly. “I’ll try…”
Wonwoo watched as Woozi’s breathing evened out, the exhaustion finally giving way to rest.
“Get better soon, Jihoon,” he whispered, leaning back in the chair. “You’ve got too much ahead of you to fall apart now.”
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The Life Between Lives
General FictionSet against the fast-paced backdrop of Seoul Medical Centre, one of Korea's most prestigious institutions, this medical drama dives deep into the lives of the doctors who dedicate themselves to healing others -often at the cost of their own well-bei...
