His eyes continued searching Wi Hajoon's exposed skin, trying to spot even the smallest sign of redness or blistering. Unsure of what else he could do to help, he quietly held out the protective gloves he had been carrying.
"Here..."
He offered them hesitantly.
"You should put these on first."
Wi Hajoon accepted the gloves and began wiping away the neon liquid that still clung to the innermost layer of his clothes. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be any burns. Only after confirming that Wi Hajoon appeared unharmed did his attention drift back to the object resting in his own hands.
The butter knife.
Is this... the first time I've held Hajoon's personal weapon?
