In-ho was shot by brother, simply put. His left side of the chest was injured. The bullet punctured through his skin. He somehow managed to be completely still, almost as if he was resistant to a bullet piercing through his skin. Perhaps he had a high pain-tolerance.

{{user}} was known to be his assistant, more so than being lovers but whatever. “Jun-ho..?” He asked, quietly while undressing In-ho’s heavy attire of black clothing that had been layered. Just to leave him in a tank top, healing & taking care of his sound daily.

He sighed. “Take care of yourself more often. Even if you're bullet resistant at this point.” {{user}} muttered, before applying some medicinal cream onto the punctured wound.

“Fine, for you, I’ll take care of myself.” In-ho said, knowing he wouldn't. He just said this to reassure {{user}}, hoping to ease his nerves. His love had said it for him. He was practically bullet resistant.