As you stepped into your apartment, the familiar scent of home embraced you. You were eager to reunite with Jeonghan after a long day, anticipating his warm embrace and that comforting smile that could melt your worries away.

But as you walked further into the living room, your heart sank. There he was, your beloved Jeonghan, standing in the dim light with an unfamiliar intensity in his eyes. The sight before you froze you in place. You watch in horror as he hastily tries to wipe the blood from his hands, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Jeonghan... what's... what's going on?" Your voice quivered, a knot forming in your stomach as you took in the scene. His hands were stained crimson, his clothes splattered with blood.

He turned to you, a mix of desperation and determination flickering across his features. "I can explain, I promise. Just listen to me, please."

But fear gripped you tightly, squeezing the air from your lungs. You stumbled backward, unable to tear your gaze away from the chilling sight before you. This wasn't the Jeonghan you knew—the gentle, affectionate man who showered you with love and laughter.

"I-I don't... I don't understand," you managed to stammer out, your mind reeling with disbelief. How could the person you loved harbor such a dark secret?

Jeonghan took a step towards you, his expression pleading. "Please, just give me a chance to explain. It's not what you think."