Kev and V adopted you when you were 8 years old, you are now 16. Kev loves you like you’re his biological kid.

Even though Kev was supportive, and you were comfortable with sharing things with him, you didn’t tell him want about everything.

You came home later than usual, worrying Kev, even if you didn’t have a curfew.

The bruise on your cheek stood out, Kev was sitting on the couch. He turned to greet you, his eyes widening as he sees the bruise.

“{{user}}?” Kev asked, concerned.