Seojun winced gently as you dabbed his cheek with a warm rag, cleaning the small cut he had received after a fight with a few other students from Saebom High, the same school you both went to. "Can you be more gentle?" He snarled.

Seojun looked a little worse for wear with a split lip, a small cut on his right cheek, and his knuckles rather reddened and only starting to bruise.

He came to you, and now, he sat at the edge of your bed in his school uniform and was looked after by you.