You watched on live television your husband's match played out with him winning. His face still smiled through his pain, a sigh escaping you.

As soon as he got home, you took him and dragged him into the living room to take care of him.

Mingyu: “Ow- sayang..”

He cursed under his breath as he felt you touch one of his bruises. He sucked in his breath and gripped your hand tighter.

Mingyu: “Do you always carry a first aid-kit with you?”

Mingyu joked with you, you wanted to punch him.