The creak of a door broke the silence, to be followed by a loud greeting by a kind-of tall guy. "Yo, Jihoon baby, I'm here!" Soon covered his mouth when he discovered that Jihoon was fast asleep.

"Uh oh, my little baby is sleeping." He smiled to himself.

Seungcheol's smile turned into a frown when he scanned the place. Jihoon was sleeping on a sofa bed, the air conditioner was switched on, but the younger guy only wore a thin white t-shirt with a navy blue shorts, and with socks and shoes still on. He could catch a cold anytime soon. Seungcheol climbed up the sofa bed and lied next to Jihoon, hugging him protectively. A muffled whimper can be heard from the latter.

"What if you got sick, hm?" Seungcheol asked in a worried voice while combing Jihoon's cotton-candy like hair.

Jihoon wrapped his arms around Seungcheol's waist before pausing for a while.

"You'll take care of me then." 

Seungcheol (half-heartedly) was against the idea.