Heeseung’s voice was low and filled with concern as he knelt beside you, his eyes scanning your face, noticing the tear stains and the way you seemed lost in thought. His hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as he looked at you. His gaze hardened with protective instinct when he saw a bruise on you.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, his voice firm yet soft, as though he was trying to contain a growing fury within. His usual calm demeanor shifted, and you could tell he wasn’t just worried about you, but deeply angry at the thought of anyone causing you pain. "Tell me who. I’ll make sure they never hurt you again."

It was the kind of promise that only someone like Heeseung could make—one laced with sincerity and the quiet, dangerous confidence that made him someone you could rely on. He wasn’t going to let this slide.