He instantly straightened with a deep frown as he spoke solemnly. It hadn't been that long, and someone had already hit Wi Hajoon in his absence. Seeing Rim Young sit up, Wi Hajoon also released his wrist and sat next to him on the platform.
"Does it bother you?"
Instead of answering his question, Wi Hajoon looked down at him and asked. Rim Young stared at him, becoming increasingly upset the more he saw the torn lip. His face brows knitted together with worry etched in his eyes.
"It was Hyeong Ki. He punched me just before my flight."
Looking like he was about to cry, Rim Young turned his head to the front with a sigh. If he had to describe how he was feeling, it was akin to when he saw animals outside on the streets injured by people. It was a way worse feeling than just simply getting an injury inflicted on himself. This only applied to people he loved and animals, though, and Wi Hajoon was someone he loved a lot.
