It was 3 a.m. when Sunghoon rang the doorbell at your shared house. The sound stirred you from sleep, and when it seemed the maids hadn’t heard it, you got up to answer the door yourself.

As soon as you opened it, Sunghoon pulled you into a tight hug, letting his weight slump against you. His hair was messy, and there were faint bloodstains scattered across his clothes—clear signs of a rough night.

“Sorry for coming home so late, love.” he muttered, his voice low and raspy.