After the others had gone to leaveHan lay on the couch with his mom. She had been fussing over his bandages, checking his injuries with a worried expression.
Mrs. Han
“You should’ve told me earlier, Jisung,” she sighed, gently brushing his hair back. “I had to hear from the doctor how bad it was.”
Han Jisung
Han shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t want you to worry more than you already do.”
Mrs. Han
His mom frowned but nodded in understanding. Then, her gaze softened as she changed the subject. “So… Lee Minho, huh?”
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