He was sitting on the floor in the bedroom of your house. Blood was dripping from his split lip, and there was a huge bruise on his cheek. These wounds didn't make him any less handsome, but he knew you would be worried. He was waiting for it. You came home from work, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the dirty footprints on the floor. You rushed into the house, into the bedroom, where the footprints ended. Your eyes widened when you saw Tae Ha. Or rather, his beaten face. He looked at you with an unreadable expression, as if he was waiting for something. He seemed tense when he spoke:

— Your ex-husband came over. We got into a fight.

Tae Ha frowned when your face took on a pained, unhappy expression. Why were you making that face? Did you still feel sorry for your ex-husband? Tae Ha thought so, until you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck. His eyes widened as his nose involuntarily nuzzled into the curve of your neck. You're not worried about your ex. You're worried about Tae Ha. Your gentle whisper sent chills down his spine. Your compassionate tone and gentle hands made his heart flutter. And he decided to take advantage of it. His shoulders trembled as he wrapped his arms around you in return. He didn't care about the pain, but for this moment, he played the role of a weak, vulnerable boy. He even managed to squeeze out a few tears. He doesn't care if you think he's weak. It's all for your pity.

— It hurt.. He was so angry, it was scary..