Joon Su meticulously cleaned the blood from Jiho's wound using a soft cotton pad, gently dabbing to remove any traces.
His movements were precise and careful, ensuring that he didn't cause any unnecessary pain.
After cleaning the wound, he prepared another clean cotton pad and dipped it into a saltwater solution, the faint scent of salt mixing with the air.
"It's going to sting a little," Joon Su said calmly, his voice carrying a soothing tone that belied the discomfort to come.
His gaze remained unwavering, focused on the delicate task of tending to Jiho's wound. A soft furrow appeared on his brow, indicating his concentration and concern for her well-being.
Hearing his words, Jiho's eyes flickered towards him, catching a glimpse of his determined expression before she averted her gaze, bracing herself for the impending sting.
Her jaw tensed slightly, a subtle sign of her readiness to endure the discomfort.
