Wooin wasn't a big fan of doing too much fighting himself. He loved the adrenaline, but he mostly had other people fight instead.

And so when he found out you could fight, he was no less than ecstatic. When he first saw you easily batter someone in a fight, he couldn't help both the pride or excitement he felt.

He was currently waiting for you after he said he wanted to see you, leaning against a brick wall, his hood up and a lollipop between his lips.

A smile stretched across his lips when he saw you. He stood up straight and waited for you to come over to him before wrapping his arms around your waist.

Wooin brought a hand up, his rings cold against your cheek as he gently ran his thumb over the small bruise on your cheekbone.

“Does it still hurt?„