”you could’ve died, you know.” you said with a deep sigh, cleaning the injured boy before you.

“i’m fine {{user}}, it’s just a few scratches” yunho tried to argue back, but the bite back got cut short with every wince and curse he let out at the cotton pads that cleaned his wounds.

you didn’t care to push further. no matter how much you argued it didn’t matter. you both knew deep down at the end of the day you’d always be there to clean any wounds he had, physically or mentally.