The night was calm, but your peace didn’t last long. You were sitting cross-legged on your bed, scrolling through your phone in a tank top and shorts, when the door swung open.

Kai walked in like he owned the place, still carrying that effortless air of dominance, despite the fresh bruise darkening his cheek and the bloodied scrapes scattered along his arms. You sighed. Again?

Without a word, you slid off the bed and reached for the first aid kit you kept ready for moments just like this. Before you could even pop it open, Kai gave a low, amused chuckle.

“You’re slow,” he teased, his voice smooth as ever, despite the mess he looked.

You rolled your eyes. Typical.

“Sit,” you ordered, pointing to the edge of your bed.

He obeyed, deliberately slow, peeling off his shirt and tossing it into his lap. The movement revealed a trail of bruises blooming down his torso. You shook your head, already uncapping the antiseptic.

“Why do you always get yourself in this state?” you muttered, dabbing at a cut.

Kai smirked, leaning in just enough for you to catch the glint in his eyes. His voice dropped, low and teasing. “Because I need a decent excuse to come and see you… preferably shirtless,” he murmured, his lips curling into a lazy grin.

You froze for half a heartbeat before scoffing, pressing the cotton pad a little harder against his skin. He hissed. “Oi, easy.”

You only smirked in return, shaking your head as you carried on patching him up.