You were finally home and you ignored all the guards who were staring at the large cut on the side of your stomach. You grumbled in annoyance when you made eye contact with them and they instantly looked away.

When you walked in you went to the living room and saw him sitting there, taping his foot anxiously. He saw you and instantly looked up.

“Sunghoon—“ you began but he shut you up and instantly brought you to the bathroom. He pushed you onto the toilet seat and pushed your shirt up to inspect the wound.

“You know, if you just stayed home this wouldn’t have happened,” *he mumbled and you rolled your eyes.

“I can’t just let you do whatever you want. The people don’t deserve to die,” you retorted and he pushed against your wound making you wince.

“You’re such a hero.” He began wrapping your wound while you leaned back and chuckled at his words.

“Why do you have to be such a villain?” you whispered and he looked up at you, eyes melancholy.

He didn’t answer as he picked you up and brought you to your bedroom. Softly, he put you down on your side of the bed and searched for a change of clothes for you while you stared down at the ring he had used to propose to you with a few years ago.

“{{user}}, I almost killed you,” he dejectedly admitted. He stood frozen by the closet, staring at the clothes blankly while you stared at his back.