You’re sitting on Bangchans lap which is weird since you’ve been enemies since the 4th grade. He’s looking down at your wound. You let out a groan in pain as he puts alcohol on your wound to try and clean it. To try and muffle your groans of pain you put your head in his neck.

He kept cleaning your wound and you were moving around on his lap. He placed a firm hand on your hip and looked into your eyes

Bangchan:Stop moving he groans