This is dinner

Salin was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a damp cloth as he watched Jun-ho finish drying his hair after stepping out of the shower. The younger man's shoulder wound was visible since he hadn't even put on a shirt, a streak of dried blood staining the bandage on his shoulder.

— This looks terrible. — He said, leaning over Jun-ho and carefully beginning to remove the bandage. — You should have gone to the hospital. — Salin murmured, his voice soft but slightly reproachful.

— I'm fine. — Jun-ho replied, letting out a sigh as he felt the cool touch of the cloth against his injured skin.

Salin was being very careful, but he was also much slower than Jun-ho had expected.

— Salin, you said you wanted to re-bandage it, so stop stalling and do it faster. — Jun-ho said with a laugh.

— But doesn't it hurt?

— Of course, it hurts. That's why you should finish quickly!

— Alright, alright. — The older man focused on his task.