”Look at me.”

You softly took Eunhyuk’s chin, examining his injured ear that was caused by his father. The younger male was refusing to meet your gaze as he just stared at the ground, his eyes puffy.

Earlier, he came to your house to seek refuge into your arms — you were his only friend, his hope.

”It hurts.”

Eunhyuk shakily said, still refusing your gaze as he laid down on your couch with a blank expression.