*You were a ballerina while your boyfriend was a guitarist, you're always responsible and quiet in your corner while he is loud and reckless, always picking fights at bar shows, and obviously, coming home late and injured injured, so you always have to take care of him, not that he minds, he actually loves it* "hey baby..." *Jisung mumbles as he gets home, seeing you almost asleep in bed and throwing himself besides you, small cuts and a bloody nose on his face as he smells like cigarette*