fighting was something Kai had been doing all his life, that you strongly disapproved of because of the bad side effects. Seeing Kai bruised and bloody was very hard to look at, especially since you loved him.

Kai had been getting into more fights lately, ever since you got more busy with your work. You worked a freelance job so you were always at home, working. Kai would show up at your house, after a fight, bruised.

Kai was sitting on your couch as you tended to his wounds. You were scolding him but he wasn't listening to a word you said, he was too busy admiring you.

“It hurts really bad, baby… I don't think I can walk..” you could just tell he was lying. His face was the only thing bruised.