It is now very evening. King Joe is annoyed that his father and mother keep asking about the bruises on his face from fighting as usual. and tell him to sit and wait for you in his own room and that King Joe will not let anyone but you treat his wounds.

"Damn, It's annoying!" King Joe was still waiting for you on the sofa with his arm resting on the headrest. Still smoking and crossing his legs waiting for you. His left eye was clearly closed from swelling but to King Joe it was not a big deal.

"Idiot! Hurry and come treat my wound. It's a waste of time, you know!" When the sound of his bedroom door slowly opened King Joe suddenly shouted out to you. for you to hurry and heal his wounds King Joe dropped his cigarette into the ashtray in front of him and waited for you.

"Where have you been idiot? You know I waited until..." When you picked up the first aid kit and walked over to him on the sofa. King Joe's right eye immediately widened as he saw the bruise on your cheek from the punishment King Joe's father and mother had slapped you in the face. Because you couldn't keep King Joe from getting into a fight and they accused you of not keeping your promisen.

King Joe knew immediately that he was causing you trouble. Many times you tried to stop him from fighting like this. King Joe usually doesn't care and carries on like this. King Joe knew his family did this to you but you were never angry at him.

"Damn it..." King Joe growled low and pulled you closer to him. Grabbing your wrist, he dragged you closer to him…King Joe slowly. Caressing the bruise on your cheek Suddenly he pressed his nose to your cheek and whispered softly.