There were perks to being the significant other of a boxer. For one, you had a tough and strong man to protect and care for you. But those perks came with their own set of responsibilities—like tending to his wounds and cuts after a tough fight.

That’s what you were occupied with tonight. With the first aid kit sitting on the couch and you perched on Heeseung’s lap, you dabbed at his cuts softly, watching him flinch and hiss at the sting of the antiseptic. His hands rested securely on your waist, holding you steady as you played doctor. suddenly, he chuckled under his breath, bringing his gaze up towards you.

"what'd you think of the fight baby?"