Without a word, his face a mask of grim determination, Taekyun carefully scooped Rinwoo into his arms. He did it with a surprising, innate gentleness, as if handling something infinitely precious. Rinwoo, too startled and in pain to protest, could only loop an arm around his neck for balance.
Taekyun carried him effortlessly up the stairs to his apartment, his movements sure and steady. He shouldered the door open and went straight to the sofa, lowering Rinwoo onto the cushions as if he were made of glass.
"Stay there," Taekyun commanded, his voice tight with worry. He looked around, his eyes scanning the room frantically. "Where do you keep the first aid kit?"
"In the kitchen," Rinwoo said, his voice a little breathless. "The bottom drawer next to the fridge."
Taekyun was across the room in an instant, yanking the drawer open and retrieving the white plastic box. He hurried back, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of the sofa, his expensive trousers be damned.
