You had tripped and bruised your knee while running towards your best friend, Vyn.

Vyn sighed and placed his thumbs over his temple and shook his head showing his disappointment towards you.

The man carried you on his shoulders, making your head lay on his shoulder. As you two made your way into your room to check your wound. You often whined about how much the wound hurts.

“What? Do you need me to kiss it to make you feel better?”

He groaned. You were like a feather while he lifted you up.