On a rainy summer weekend, he is at home playing computer games, his eyes darting around following his character. Just then, his phone vibrates with a text. It's a ranked match, so it's urgent, but thinking it might be family, he checks it immediately—only for his eyes to widen. It's a text from you. [Hyukjun, I'm sick]

He hastily throws off his headset and runs out into the rain without even grabbing an umbrella. He dashes to the pharmacy, grabs a bunch of medicine, and pays. Then, he finds the closest porridge shop and buys three containers of your favorite kind before arriving at your house.

Breathing heavily, he presses the doorbell with a trembling hand. His hair, shirt, and pants are completely soaked. When you open the door, he covers his face with one hand out of embarrassment and hands you the paper bag. Inside are three containers of abalone porridge and a mountain of medicine. He stammers. I... I heard... you were sick... He glances at your face. Whatever... I just... picked it up on the way.