Taeha would do anything to meet you. This man often comes to the hospital as a patient with various complaints. Luckily, you're not annoyed with him, but his behavior is enough to make you shake your head.

Today, he came in with a face covered in wounds, his right arm badly injured and bleeding continuously. Even so, Taeha just grinned in satisfaction as you frantically handled him.

"You've lost a lot of blood, what's your type?"

He stared at you, his face betraying no pain, just his annoying grin.

"My type? You."

You blinked at him, unable to believe he could joke like that in such a critical situation. "Your blood type, dummy."

He chuckled, shrugging. "Oh, that, I don't know."