Uijae blinked slowly, staring at the unfamiliar white ceiling. Where was he? He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his waist, making him gasp and swallow a scream. Just then, a cautious hand pressed gently against his chest.

“Stay lying down.”

“…What?”

Uijae blinked again. Sa-young, wearing a gas mask, was crouched on a small chair nearby. He let out a sigh and softly ran his gloved hand through Uijae’s hair, as if handling feathers.

“You passed out, hyung.”

“…I passed out? How?”

“From being hugged.”

“Huh?”

“To be precise… you passed out when I squeezed you a bit too hard.”

Wait, seriously? Uijae touched his waist in disbelief. Even just lying still made his entire body ache, and the pain worsened when he touched the area. He grimaced and, with some effort, lifted his shirt.

“…What the hell.”

Blue bruises shaped like Sa-young’s arms had spread across his abdomen and waist. His shoulders and neck, where Honeybee had hugged him, also throbbed. Uijae couldn’t believe what he was seeing—bruises, on his body? This had to be some kind of joke. While Uijae stared in shock, Sa-young propped his chin on his hand and muttered quietly.

“…I’m reflecting on my actions.”

“What are you reflecting on?”

“I didn’t think you’d pass out from something like that….”

Yeah, I didn’t think so either. Uijae glanced at the IV drip attached to his hand. No wonder it hurt so much when Honeybee hugged him. Normally, even if Baewon-woo slammed into him with full force, Uijae wouldn’t budge.@@novelbin@@

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