Supporting Youngchul's weight across my shoulders, I helped him limp into the university health clinic, maneuvering us towards an empty exam room. He tried valiantly to stifle groans through gritted teeth, but I felt each hitch in his labored breaths as we made our slow progress down the hall. When his knees buckled just shy of the room, panic clawed at my throat.

"Just a little further," I urged, hooking my arm more firmly around his waist.

His handsome face had gone white, sheen of sweat mixing with blood trickling from reopened cuts. Finally crossing the threshold, I eased Youngchul down onto the crisp sheets as gently as possible. But he still released a strangled cry, body going rigid against the pain. My own eyes pricked with tears seeing him endure such agony with disciplined stoicism - fists clenched at his sides, muscles quivering.

"I'll get the medical supplies," I assured, dashing for disinfectants and bandages.

When I returned, he had turned his face towards the wall, shielding any unguarded expressions from view. But I could see tears cutting trails down his battered cheeks that he was too proud to acknowledge. 

As the buttons of his brown shirt surrendered to my trembling fingers, a surge of anticipation washed over me, electrifying the air around us. With each button released, the barrier between us diminished, unveiling a sight that consumed my senses. The fabric parted, revealing a landscape of pure masculine beauty.

His chiseled abs commanded attention, each defined contour a testament to his strength and resilience. The play of light on his glistening skin accentuated every ripple and curve, casting a spell that held me captive. Sweat trailed down his sculpted chest, a testament to the physical exertion he had endured, and it only heightened the allure that radiated from him.

My gaze roamed greedily over his exposed form, a symphony of desire resounding within me. The sight of his sculpted muscles, taut and perfectly crafted, ignited a fire deep within my core. It was as if each sinewy line beckoned me closer, inviting me to explore the depths of his physicality.

As I continued tending to his injuries, the intensity of the moment threatened to consume me. The heat of the room seemed to mirror the heat coursing through my veins, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that blurred the boundaries between care and longing. My heart raced in sync with the rhythm of my touch, each brush against his skin setting off a whirlwind of sensations.

I fought to maintain my composure, to keep my hands steady and my focus unwavering.

I tried to focuse on the task at hand, my hands trembling slightly. Pushing aside the overwhelming attraction that surged through me. I knew that this was not the time or place to give in to those feelings. Youngchul's well-being was my priority, and I needed to stay composed for his sake.

Gently, I began cleaning the wounds on his torso, careful not to cause him any further pain. As I worked, my touch was delicate yet purposeful, my every movement driven by a deep-rooted concern for his comfort. I could feel the tension in his body slowly easing as the sting of the disinfectant subsided.

"You're doing great, Youngchul," I murmured, my voice filled with reassurance. "Just a little longer, and we'll have you patched up."

He turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting mine for a fleeting moment. There was gratitude in his eyes, mingled with a vulnerability that tugged at my heart. I offered him a gentle smile, hoping to convey my unwavering support.

Youngchul's voice, laced with gratitude and vulnerability, broke the silence. "Thank you for helping me," he whispered.

"Not a problem..." I replied, voice still shaking with efforts of trying to calm down.

"Youngchul," I began, my voice steady yet tinged with concern. "When you're back out there, you may encounter people who treat you differently because of who you are. It's unfair, and it's wrong, but it's unfortunately a reality we have to face."

Youngchul's brow furrowed, a mix of confusion and frustration clouding his expression. "But why? Why should I have to endure that?"

I took a deep breath, my gaze unwavering as I sought to convey my words with empathy and understanding. "It's rooted in ignorance and prejudice, Youngchul. Some people may not understand or accept our differences, and that can lead to discrimination. But fighting back physically won't resolve the issue. It's important to remember that violence only perpetuates a cycle of negativity."

He sighed, a mixture of disappointment and anger evident in his voice. "So, what am I supposed to do? Just let them treat me poorly?"

I shook my head gently, my voice filled with conviction. "No, Youngchul. We won't allow anyone to degrade you or make you feel inferior. But instead of responding with violence, we can choose to educate, advocate, and rise above their ignorance."

There was a breif slience between us.

As Youngchul settled into a more comfortable position, I gently instructed him to lie on his chest. With a tender touch, I helped him shift, allowing me to carefully tend to his wounds on his back. My heart sank at the sight of faint whip scars crisscrossing his muscular frame. 

"Youngchul," I began, my voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and empathy. "I couldn't help but notice the scars on your back. They look like whip marks."

Youngchul's body tensed for a moment, his eyes clouded with memories that seemed to weigh heavily upon him. After a moment of hesitation, he took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and strength.

"These scars," he started, his voice quivering slightly. "They are reminders of my father's power. He used to give  me relentless beatings with a whip if I came home from Middle School with poor grades."

A surge of sorrow washed over me as I comprehended the depth of Youngchul's suffering. I reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, offering support and understanding.

"Youngchul," I murmured, my voice filled with compassion. "I'm deeply sorry that you had to endure such abuse from someone who should have protected you. It takes immense strength to face and bear such pain."

"Don't be sorry," He sighed. "It's normal."

Youngchul turned around, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. There was a magnetic pull between us, drawing us closer together. In that moment, the air crackled with anticipation, a mix of gratitude and unspoken desire.

Leaning closer, Youngchul closed the distance between us, until we were only a few centimeters apart. Time seemed to stand still as we remained locked in that intimate proximity. It was as if the world around us had faded away, leaving only the two of us in our shared moment.

In the silence that enveloped us, neither of us spoke. Our eyes continued to hold each other's gaze, communicating depths of emotion that words could never adequately express. The weight of gratitude lingered in the air, intertwining with an unspoken longing that pulsed between us.

Once again, Youngchul's voice broke the silence, his words tinged with vulnerability and sincerity. "Thank you for healing me," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. The sound of his voice sent my heart into a frenzy, its rhythm skipping a beat.

As our eyes continued to lock, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me. Gratitude, desire, and a sense of newfound purpose merged within my being. I couldn't understand the spark that had ignited within me, the unexplained attraction towards him that pulsed through every fiber of my being.

 The tranquility of the room was shattered by the sudden entrance of our friend Jun. Bursting through the door with a sense of urgency, Jun's presence interrupted the delicate atmosphere.

"Hey, guys, sorry to interrupt, but we've got a situation. Our professor wants to meet with you, Youngchul, regarding your recent actions."

Youngchul and I exchanged surprised glances, a mixture of curiosity and concern painting our faces. The weight of responsibility descended upon us, overshadowing the romantic ambiance that had enveloped the room.

"What did our professor say? Why does he want to meet with you, Youngchul?"

 "I'm not entirely sure, but it seems my recent actions have caught his attention. I knew there might be consequences, but I didn't expect it to escalate to this."

 "Yeah, he sounded pretty serious about it. We should go and find out what it's all about. He wants to meet as soon as possible."

You're right, Jun. Youngchul, let's not keep our professor waiting. We'll face this meeting together and figure out the best way to handle it."

Youngchul nodded, a mixture of determination and apprehension in his eyes. We gathered our thoughts, preparing ourselves for the upcoming meeting, aware that it required our undivided attention and a willingness to confront the consequences.