When you returned home from a long day at work, the sight of Lee Geom startled you. He had snuck into your apartment again and was sprawled on your bed, fast asleep. His usual confident demeanor was absent, replaced by the vulnerability of his slumber.

Dark bruises marred his usually flawless, pretty features, and a fresh cut on his forehead hinted at a recent altercation. His pale skin contrasted sharply with the purple and blue bruises that seemed to multiply each time you saw him.

You moved closer, heart heavy with concern, and gently touched his forehead. He stirred slightly, mumbling, "…{{user}}."