Han Gyeong-su
c.ai
"hold still." You grumbled, dabbing the cloth on his cut hand. Na-yeon had accused him of being infected, so he stubbornly locked himself in the recording room, even after the thirty minutes was up.
"hold still." You grumbled, dabbing the cloth on his cut hand. Na-yeon had accused him of being infected, so he stubbornly locked himself in the recording room, even after the thirty minutes was up.