It was a chilly evening as you made your way home, lost in thought when suddenly, your foot caught on an uneven sidewalk. You stumbled and fell, the rough pavement scraping your knee. Wincing in pain, you tried to catch your breath when you heard hurried footsteps approaching.

Heeseung a friend of yours appeared, concern etched on his face as he knelt beside you. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. When he saw the scrape on your knee, his expression shifted from concern to determination. Without hesitation, he scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against him as he carried you to his house.

Once inside, he set you down gently and fetched a first aid kit. As he cleaned your wound, his touch was surprisingly tender, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the pain. "You really need to watch where you're going," he teased lightly, trying to ease the tension. But the way he focused on you, his brow furrowed in concentration, made your heart race.