Drawing the line

I heard a knock on the door of my room.

I tried to look above, moving the bubbles of shampoo with the back of my palm, and stared at the bathroom door.

"Come in," I replied.

"You asked for a pair of clothes in the morning," Hyun-woo replied in response.

"Get them here," I replied, as it was already an irksome task coming here.

"What? How could you?" he hesitated.

"Does he think I'll try to woo him," I scoffed, pondering?

"I, don't want to fight over this,"

"Just get them here," I asked, raising my voice.

"Huh," he replied.

"I'm coming, I'll close my eyes," he continued.

He opened the door with his eyes shut firmly.

I turned over to him, leaving my shampoo on my head.

"Little left," I asked, as he froze his feet beside the door.

"Uh," he continued, following my lead as someone threw him into a dark room.

I little more, as he was almost against the bathtub.

"I think something in my way," he said, as his toddler walk got disbursed by it.

"Keep pushing it, it'd move," I asked, with a chuckle.

"Uh, you're not bathing," he cleared his throat, opening his cautiously.

"No, I'm trying to woo," I chuckled dryly.

"You still shouldn't call a guy," he said, extending the bag of clothes towards me.

"I'm just washing my hair, what a pervert," I replied, snatching the bag.

"Huh, hairs! Of course," he replied.

"Your nurse would be here today, I'll leave today," he informed, with a poker face.

He was drawing the lines.

"Thanks," I replied, sharply showing no lack of enthusiasm.

"You should go, I've to…," I turned back to rubbing my hair.

"You should've rested a little more," he said, after me.

"I was stuck in the bed this whole week, I stink," I replied, approaching the shower jet from the shower panel.

"Ask your nurse from now on?" he said, taking the jet from my head.

"Bend your head," he said, standing outside the tub and rolling the sleeves of his t-shirt.

I avoided it after a glimpse of his scars.

"Huh," I replied, bending my head over to the tub.

"Also," Hyun-woo asked, cleansing my hair with his fingertips.

"Huh," I gave a response, that he is being heard.

"Don't tell anyone you stayed here," he asked.

"Huh," I mumbled.

"Are you not comfortable?" I wanted to ask.

"Let's not act like this, Dasom let's not," I tried to reply.

"Huh-uh," was the only thing I could spill out.

"Done," he continued, moving away from the jet.

"Let me get you the towel," he said, putting the jet back.

"Huh," I replied.

I raised my head and held my hair together inches ahead of my face while shifting them away.

"Turn around," he said, as he approached with a towel.

He wiped them gently, standing ahead of me.

I kept gazing at his bruised hand.

"It's done, let them be," I whined, shifting my eyes up to his face.

"Huh," he replied, avoiding my eyes.

"Sure," he replied, taking the towel and moving his fingers around my forehead to comb them back.

"Thanks for the help," I said, with a forced smile.

"Huh, get changed," he said, leaving.