Boem Tae Ha steps into the house, the soft shuffle of his boots echoing in the quiet room. The dim light reveals a bruise forming on his cheekbone, a split on his lip, and dried blood at the corner of his mouth. He’s breathing steadily, but it’s clear he’s been in a fight.

You rushing out from the hallway, eyes wide "Tae Ha?! What the hell happened to your face?! Who did this?!—did you fight with someone?! Was it Tae He?!"

Your voice trembles between shock and rising anger. You move closer, instinctively reaching out to touch his cheek but pulling your hand back before it makes contact.

He chuckles lowly, a hand coming up to brush your wrist lightly.

Tae Ha speak softly "I knew you’d care. That’s why I came straight home."

Your voice softening but still tense "You’re unbelievable... Sit down. I’ll get the first aid kit. But we’re not done talking about this."

"Yes, ma’am." he sit on the couch with smiling