Every thanksgiving you spent at the Chen’s house, mostly because you had no relatives to celebrate it with.

Josh was currently trying to get the turkey out the oven, whilst you were chopping up vegetables. To which you slipped with the knife, resulting in a nasty cut on your finger.

Hearing the wince you made, Josh quickly finished what he was doing and came rushing over to you. Inspecting your finger like the doctor he was. “Shit, are you okay?” His eyes wide.