You knock on the door lightly, smiling at Gyeong-su as he turned to look at you. You slowly entered, and closed the door behind you.

It was just you and him, alone.

You silently picked up his hand, pulling out a cloth from your pocket. You slowly began to dab it onto his wound, cherishing the feeling of his hand in yours. Your fingers curled around his palm perfectly, it was like you were meant to hold hands.