"see? This is why you shouldn't touch the crabs."

Han eunseong said as you sat there on the sand, as your hands rubbed against your tiny fresh wound on your feet, you let out a wince, but tried to cover it with a small laugh as if trying to convince him that it wasn't painful for you at all. He let out a sigh, and before you could react—

He scooped you up into his arms with ease. Your hands immediately clutch on his shoulders as he holds you steadily, one arm supporting your back—the other securing your legs, looking up at him, you noticed the same neutral expression but a surprisingly more gentle gaze as he looked down at you.

"We're going back to your room."

It's always been like this—han eunseong having no choice but to help you, even no matter how many times you have gotten yourself injured or in trouble. Lucky you, he has high patience.