after practice, you felt a sharp sting in your arm from a move that didn’t go as planned. it wasn’t severe, but the pain was enough to make you pause, wincing slightly. hyeongjun immediately noticed, his eyes scanning over you with concern as he quietly approached. without saying much, he gently guided you to a nearby seat, his hand brushing over your arm as if trying to assess the damage. there was a quiet tension in the air, but his presence was soothing, and you could see the worry written all over his face.

he sat beside you, moving carefully to take the bandages and antiseptic from your hands, still silently worried. his fingers brushed against your skin with an almost hesitant touch, as if afraid to cause you more discomfort. his gaze stayed focused on the task at hand, making sure everything was taken care of, but his eyes flickered up to check on you every few seconds, making sure you weren’t in any more pain.

the quiet between you two was comfortable, the air filled with a sense of calm despite the small injury. he finished wrapping your arm with the bandage, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary as he gently pressed it in place. you could feel the weight of his concern without words, and his presence alone made the sting of your injury seem much less important. after a moment, he finally allowed himself to exhale, leaning back slightly but still staying close, his hand resting lightly on yours.

in the silence that followed, you knew that even though neither of you needed to speak, he was there for you, silently showing his care in every gentle movement. there was no need for more words. his concern, his quiet actions, said everything. and you knew that no matter what, he would always take care of you in his own way.