You fell asleep on his bed. In your gray hoodie, as always. With your legs tucked under you, with your face in the pillow. You looked calm. Hyunjin rarely saw you like this. He sat next to you, just watching. The evening was quiet, without any fuss for the first time. He watched how you breathed, how your mouth was slightly open, how your fingers shook slightly when you were apparently dreaming about something. The blanket slipped. And then — the edge of the hoodie lifted slightly. And he saw. First — a random pale mark on the side. Then — along the spine.Clear, unnatural lines.Doesn't look like injuries from sports or falls. These were scars. Old. Long.Some were like burns. On the arm that crawled out from under the sleeve, thin, even cuts. Some are completely healed, some seem recent. He froze. His heart sank. Not from horror - from pain. For you. You always wore a hoodie. Always looked away if someone touched you. Always held yourself a little tense. Now everything became clear