♞ (sick jin)
; ♞ : Caring for each other while ill.
Squinted chocolate eyes attempted to decipher the poorly glimmering numbers under the only source of light currently on, which came from the lamp placed on the nightstand next to Jinyoung’s bed, where said person lifelessly appeased. Tiffany’s hand still lingered on the boy’s burning skin, awaiting to be replaced by a wet cloth previously prepared, once the chances of being useful were pretty high considering the first impressions she had of him that afternoon; The brunette woman suddenly missed his majestic aura. “38.5°C,” 101.3°F, approximately 311.65 K. “You do have a fever,” she sighed softly, pursing her lips right away.
Tiffany took a seat on the edge of Jinyoung’s bed after putting the thermometer aside, brown orbs reflecting nothing but worry and compassion. The hand which formerly rested on his forehead embarked on endearingly stroking the silky hair beneath, brushing the dark tendrils away. Once free, it reached for the wet material kept inside a bowl and it’s pair met a full glass of water on the same nightstand, immediately extending it to the half-sitting boy. “Here, drink it,” and afterwards, placed the fabric on his front whilst offering him a meek, sweet smile. “Now, you should rest so we’ll be able to see your cheerful self sooner. Promise I’ll take care of you until you fully heal.”