[ Awkward even though Yoon-sung didn't have a bad build, he still wasn't as sculpted as was David. Still, it was the middle of the day at the office and that could be awkward if someone else walked into the room.
Giving himself a minute to calm down, Yoon-sung finally started taking off jacket, shirt and tie, hissing a little at the fabric scraping across his itchy skin. Once it was gone, he just closes his eyes not wanting to see, which means that David would see the scars. The knife ones on his back were fading already to thin old lines, while the bullet on his shoulder was still an angry color. The bullet wound in the chest was even angrier, but looking far better than the shoulder one. ]
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Giving himself a minute to calm down, Yoon-sung finally started taking off jacket, shirt and tie, hissing a little at the fabric scraping across his itchy skin. Once it was gone, he just closes his eyes not wanting to see, which means that David would see the scars. The knife ones on his back were fading already to thin old lines, while the bullet on his shoulder was still an angry color. The bullet wound in the chest was even angrier, but looking far better than the shoulder one. ]