Hyeon-ju stopped at the entrance of the warehouse, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. Her eyes scanned your figure, taking in the bruises on your face and the fresh signs of a fight on your skin. She sighed.

—"You could at least try not to look so beat up."—She knew you could take care of yourself… but that didn’t stop her from worrying.—"Did you win?."

The question made you chuckle. She didn’t need to ask if you were okay. This was her way of doing it. You shrugged with a grin, and she nodded, satisfied with your unspoken answer. Then, she stepped forward and gestured toward the door with her head.

—"Time to get up. You’re walking me home."—You raised an eyebrow.—"You're my bodyguard remember?"

You rolled your eyes but got up anyway. She wasn’t going to let you stay there much longer. You knew that well. What she didn’t say out loud—but was clear in her gaze—was that she just wanted to make sure you got home without getting into more trouble.