Lying on fresh, cool, and crispy linen was a heaven compared to the sticky, sweltering mess of the last two days.
The air in the room was finally clear, filled now with the sharp, sweet scent of tart berries and sliced fruits.
I didn't even want to open my eyes. I just lay there, brazenly soaking in the way they were fussing over me. I felt like a king, and after what they'd put me through, I wasn't about to turn down the service.
"Hyung… Ahh."
Min-Cheol's voice was a soft coax. I kept my eyes shut and parted my lips. A cold, ripe strawberry was pressed against my lips, and the juice exploded on my tongue.
I chewed slowly, humming in appreciation.
At the foot of the bed, I felt steady, firm pressure. Someone was kneading the arches of my feet with warm oil. The ache in my calves, which had been wound tight as a spring, finally started to settle.
