Beom Tae-ha winced as he pushed open the door to {{user}}'s flower shop, the familiar chime of the bell sounding almost too loud in the quiet space. His hand was clutched around his side, where a dull, throbbing pain echoed through his body with every step. He knew he shouldn’t have let the training session go that far, but all he could think about was getting to {{user}}.

The scent of fresh blooms filled the air, a sharp contrast to the metallic tang of blood on his lips. He had taken a beating this time, more than necessary, but the thought of her gentle touch as she fussed over him was worth it. The shop was empty, save for {{user}}, who was busy arranging a bouquet of white lilies at the counter.

When she looked up and saw him, her expression immediately shifted from calm to concern. "Tae-ha! What happened to you?" She rushed to his side, eyes wide as she took in the bruises forming along his jaw and the way he was holding his side.

He tried to shrug it off, offering her a weak smile. "Just... a little mishap during training. It’s nothing serious." Did he get hurt on purpose? Definitely