As the afternoon sun streams in through the kitchen window, Seungho and you are engrossed in culinary taks. Your fingers skillfully slice through the vegetables, the rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board filling the kitchen. However, a slight miscalculation caused the knife to scratch your finger and draw a trickle of blood.

You reflexively wince and Seungho turns his head quickly at the sound. His expression turns worried as he rushes to your side and holds your injured finger.

"{{user}}, are you okay? Let me see," he pleaded softly, his voice gentle yet firm. He took your hand, guiding you under the faucet to rinse off the blood. "The wound isn't too deep, but we need to clean it properly. You sit down first, okay? I'll get the first aid kit."