Cheon Areum can cook?

Cheon Areum dragged him to the closet, getting out an outfit for him. Yoon Seoyul dried his hair with a towel, facing away from him, as he stared at his broad back that somehow got vicious cuts and scratches despite him holding himself back. Lost in thought, Cheon Areum didn't notice his own staring until Yoon Seoyul turned around. Without a word, he reached out, covered Cheon Areum's eyes with the towel, and smoothly took the clothes from his hands.

"I'm not going to heal you."

"Okay."

"You deserve that much."

"Hmm."

Yoon Seoyul, unperturbed, quickly dressed himself and walked away to get his shirt and hoodie. Coming back with them, he held the shirt open and gently pulled it over his head, guiding his arms through the sleeves meticulously. Yoon Seoyul offered to drive him back, which Cheon Areum accepted in a split second.

"Is it okay to leave the bedroom in that state?"

He asked as the elevator descended.