Jimin winced at the pain.
Hearing her voice, Eunwoo looked down and noticed that her hair was stuck to his shirt's button. Jimin was trying to untangle her hair from it. However, she had remained unsuccessful in doing it so far.
Extending his hand towards her, Eunwoo grip her wrist, and using his gentle tone— which was charming to many women out there— he vocalised, "Let me do it, Jimin Noona. You'll hurt yourself."
Jimin could feel Eunwoo's breath on her face, and his warm breath made her heart beat rate quicken. Even under the dim lighting, Eunwoo appeared immaculately mesmerising in Jimin's opinion, and it was almost impossible for her to take her eyes off his fine features.
After Jimin gave a shy nod, Eunwoo held her strands of hair, and he tried to unwind them from around the button, her eyes stared upon his hand. She could clearly make out the veins on his hand.
