Yoon Heukjin's POV
"The bathroom's that way. The door needs fixing—and cut off the water supply while you're at it." I said to the repairmen the moment they entered.
"You'd have to reach out to the water supply agency for that, sir," one of them replied.
My steps halted. Right. I've never had to handle such menial things before.
"So? Then call them."
"S-Sir?"
I walked back upstairs, no longer bothering with them. After what happened with Sehyun, it was best to get rid of anything that could cause a recurrence.
Besides, he hadn't woken up yet. It was uncertain what kind of drama he'd perform again. The moment I entered my room, I saw him seated on the bed, holding his head.
"You're awake?"
He looked at me. His eyes didn't seem so lost. He appeared calmer. "Are you okay? Are you feeling any form of discomfort?" I asked at once, rushing over to his side. Half relieved, half wary.
My hand reached out to check his forehead for any sign of fever, but he avoided it.
