He was late. Dammit.

Eunseung hadn't exactly expected the fight to go on for so long. He assumed he'd be able take care of it quickly then head over to your's straight away.

That clearly didn't happen, so now he was begrudgingly heading over, with bruised knuckles, choosing to explain in person rather than sending you a text.

He patiently waited for you to open the door for him, and once you did he stepped forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek as a greeting, his hand on your waist.

“I'm sorry I'm late. Things got a bit out of hand.„