Jin-woo's face took on a placid expression and he didn't respond to the youth.
The youth, seeing Jin-woo's silence, wore a nervous expression as he said.
"Jin-woo, I have a clean undershirt if you want it. I-I can also help you put it on if your hand still hurts."
Jin-woo glanced at the white undershirt in the youth's hand, then shook his head.
"I already have one, and I don't need any help."
Jin-woo's voice sounded extremely cold, and the youth couldn't help but feel uneasy. He nodded dejectedly and said.
"Okay."
However, he didn't turn around and leave, instead, he stood there seeming to hesitate to say something.
Jin-woo upon seeing this frowned and asked.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
The youth jolted a bit, but as if making up his mind, he gritted his teeth and stepped closer to Jin-woo before saying under his breath.
