Daon groaned, wincing sharply as Eunjae dabbed the ointment across one of the deeper welts. The sound made Eunjae jump, his smirk disappearing in an instant.
"D..does it hurt? Are you okay?!" Eunjae's words tumbled out faster than he intended, panic breaking through his usual mask. His hand hovered uselessly in the air, not knowing whether to pull back or keep going.
Daon turned his head slightly, catching him with a sidelong glance despite the pain. His voice came out low and strained. "Didn't you just say… you don't care?"
The question hit Eunjae square in the chest. His face burned, ears going red as he stammered for a retort. Instead, he did what Eunjae did best he acted out. Pressing the cloth a little too firmly against Daon's back, he muttered, "Tch, don't get cocky.."
Daon let out a sharp cry, his body jerking. The sound pierced Eunjae like a knife. His eyes widened, his own hand trembling as he quickly pulled back. "Shit...I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."
