"I'm fine, doll." Hyeon grunts, bandages wrapped around his torso.

He tries to sit up on the bed, but you're quick to help him. He can't lie, your hands feel nice on his skin.

Hyeon helped you out of an ambush from a rival gang. You'd been walking back to Shima territory when the Roki scum attacked you.

Of course, you'd treated him and made sure he was alright after.