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As they walked in silence, the tension between them still lingered.
Mi-cha suddenly stumbled on the uneven curb and her foot twisted painfully beneath her.
Before she could react, her body pitched forward and Yunho's heart stopped. He reached out for her, but he wasn't fast enough.
Mi-cha had let out a sharp gasp and she landed on the pavement, her ankle screamed in pain and she tried to stand.
The moment she put weight on her ankle, the pain shot up her leg, and she collapsed back down with a gasp.
"Mi-cha!" Yunho cried out, rushing to her side.
She winced, her face pale, and her hands gripped the pavement as she tried to assess the damage, "I-I'm fine," she mumbled.
The tears in her eyes and the way she was biting her lip told a different story.
Yunho crouched beside her, his expression filled with concern, "No, you're not," he said firmly.
He knelt to check her ankle and it was already swelling rapidly.
She winced when he gently touched it, "This doesn't look good."
"You think?!" Mi-cha yelled, her head was spinning with the pain and the alcohol was not helping the situation.
She barely noticed when Yunho scooped her up into his arms and she gasped in surprise.
However, she didn't have the energy to protest.
"Yunho!" she exclaimed, her voice was shaky but he ignored her.
His face was a picture of concentration and worry as he held her close, adjusting his grip so she was cradled against him comfortably.
"Just relax," he said with a soft tone.
Despite the soft tone, there was still a hint of urgency in his voice, "We need to get you off of that foot."
"But... my house is far, I don't even know why we were walking towards it to begin with," Mi-cha protested weakly.
Her head was spinning with a mix of embarrassment and discomfort settling in, "I don't want to trouble you."
Yunho shook his head and didn't break his stride as he walked briskly down the street, her body cradled securely in his arms.
"Your place is too far," he replied with a calm tone but it was determined.
"I'll take you to mine. It's only two minutes away, and I can take care of you there."
Mi-cha blinked up at him with her vision blurred slightly from the alcohol and pain.
She could barely think straight, but something about the way Yunho was handling the situation—so calmly, so effortlessly—made her feel both embarrassed and oddly comforted.
"You sure?" she asked, her voice shaky, "I mean... I'm not in any condition to be at your place right now."
Yunho glanced down at her with a soft smile, though his brow was still furrowed with concern, "I'm sure. It'll be fine. You just need to rest, and I'm not letting you walk on that ankle. Besides, I'd rather have you close so I can make sure you're okay."
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Mi-cha felt a flush creep up her neck and the close proximity between them suddenly felt more intimate than she was used to.
The way he was holding her now, carrying her so effortlessly, made her heart race.
Still, the pain in her ankle was so intense that she couldn't focus on anything other than the discomfort.
"Okay," she said quietly and she felt both thankful and awkward at the same time.
"But only if it's really not too much trouble."
"It's no trouble at all," Yunho assured her, his voice warm. "I'd do anything to make sure you're okay."
As he continued to walk, the rhythmic sound of his steps calmed the both of them.
Mi-cha leaned her head against his chest as she closed her eyes for a moment. The night had taken such an unexpected turn, but she couldn't deny the comfort of his presence.
When they reached Yunho's apartment building, he paused for a moment to ensure she was steady before he entered the lobby.
The building was quiet at this time of night, and it felt like a world away from the bustling streets where they'd just been.
He didn't speak much as he navigated the elevator and hallways to his door. Mi-cha, however, could sense that he was trying to remain calm despite clearly being worried about her.
Finally, they reached his door, and he pushed it open with his shoulder after she kindly opened it with his keys.
The apartment was simple but cosy, with warm lighting that immediately made Mi-cha feel a little more at ease.
Yunho set her down gently on the couch and knelt to assess her ankle.
"Let me take a look at it," he said, his voice soft but serious.
"I need to get some ice and wrap it up, okay?"
Mi-cha nodded weakly and she felt a little more self-conscious now that they were inside his house.
She hadn't expected to be here, and the alcohol made her feel more vulnerable than she liked.
"Thanks," she said quietly, trying to sit up straighter. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."
Yunho smiled softly and shook his head when he went to fetch an ice pack from his freezer.
"You're not causing any trouble," he reassured her and returned to her side. "I'm just glad it's just a sprained ankle, and you're not hurt worse."
He carefully propped her foot up and placed an ice pack on her swollen ankle.
"You should keep this on for a while," he advised as his gentle hands adjusted the icepack.
"And I'll make sure you're comfortable, just rest."
Mi-cha felt a wave of gratitude wash over her, though she still felt a little guilty for being in this situation.
She was so used to being independent, and here she was, sitting in Yunho's apartment, being taken care of.
