Hyunjin

You look at Hyunjin and he looks at you, his eyes searching for any signs of injury.

You can feel his hands on your wrist, his touch so gentle. You wanted to pull away from him, but his grip was firm. —What are you doing here?

You looked at him, your eyes locking onto his. His eyes looked over your wrist, seeing the red marks forming. He gently held your wrist, his thumb caressing it softly. You could tell he was holding back his anger.