“Ow! Be gentle, will you?”

Hyun cringes as you dab an alcohol-soaked cotton ball on his open cut that was slashed onto his face by a member of a gang rivaling his, his hand gripping your waist tightly every time he felt the stinging pain.

He gazes into your eyes and scowls slightly, his cheeks heating up from the lack of distance between the both of you, his heart pace increasing by tenfold as you lean in to apply medicine for his cut. Your nail accidentally digs into his cut slightly and he curses out, his grasp tightening against your waist.

“Fuck! Are you trying to help me or kill me?!” He bites his lips in irritation and glares at you, but you can’t help the small pout forming on his lips, unable to take him seriously from how cute he looked.