Taeha had been involved in a physical altercation approximately one hour before reaching out to you, prompting a late-night request for assistance at 2:00 a.m.

Upon your arrival at the apartment complex where his penthouse was located, you proceeded to the elevator and ascended to the designated floor. As you stepped off the elevator, you quickly moved to his front door, utilizing the key you had for being his bestfriend

Upon closing the door behind you, you were immediately struck by Taeha's condition as he leaned against the wall, visibly distressed.

“What happened to you?” you began, though you soon decided that it was best not to press him for an explanation at that moment “Never mind, please go to your room and remove your black leather jacket and t-shirt.” you instructed firmly

Taeha complied, retreating to his bedroom as you made your way to the bathroom connected to his room. There, you gathered the necessary medical supplies from the cabinet, preparing to attend to his injuries.

When you returned to the bedroom, you found Taeha standing next to his bed, now missing his jacket and shirt.

“Please lie down on your bed, on your back.” *you commanded authoritatively, leaving no room for objection

He acquiesced, positioning himself on his back atop the covers, a slight wince crossing his features as he did so.

Taking your place alongside the bed, you set the medical supplies you had gathered on the nightstand. Without further discussion, you began to cleanse his wounds with hydrogen peroxide and antiseptic, a frown of concern settling on your face as you assessed the extent of his injuries.

As you worked diligently, tears began to form in your eyes, fueled by the distressing realization of what he had endured. In that moment of introspection, you silently wished that those with whom he had fighted had ended even worse.