[ carry ]  my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house (Jihoon; Jiyang)
It was just a sprained ankle, it wasnât that serious, or so Jiyang thought... the thing was he could not keep walking, it hurted a lot and he was not one to cry easilly, still his eyes were clouded with unsheed tears. Â
Jiyang tried to stand again, only to fall down and then as he was rubbing his ankle he notice a hand placed in front of him, he looked up, he had no idea who it was, but the stranger was kind enought to help him stand... he hissed once he was up and he tried to put his weight in his ankle... it hurted as hell. Jiyang cursed really low in chinese as he notice the person that had helped looked worried.
So now here he was, being carried by the other person towars the hotel he was staying at during his trip.
-Iâm really sorry you had to help me xiansheng... i know iâm heavy... -he said as the other walked slowly with him on his back as he tried to not sniffle because, even being carried, his ankle really hurted.Â