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Seungcheol had found Jeonghan outside the student council building and more or less dragged him—half-carrying, half-pulling—all the way to the infirmary. The left side of Yoon Jeonghan's face was indeed swollen, a purple bruise spreading down to the underside of his eye, and there was a small cut at the corner of his mouth. When the door swung open, the school nurse wasn't there. Fortunately, Seungcheol knew this infirmary—he'd been here plenty of times after games, nursing his own injuries, and had a rough idea where the medicine and bandages were kept. By the time he came back with iodine and cotton swabs, Jeonghan reached out and said, "I'll do it myself." Seungcheol ignored him and held the iodine bottle higher. Jeonghan's wrist followed, but Seungcheol caught his wrist with his other hand and pressed it back down onto jeonghan's knee. "Sit." Jeonghan struggled once, didn't get free, and gave up. Seungcheol let go of his wrist, twisted the cap off, and brought the iodine-soaked swab to Jeonghan's face. Jeonghan instinctively turned his head away, and the swab poked him in the ear. Seungcheol clicked his tongue and grabbed his chin with his other hand, yanking it straight. "Don't move."

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