Another day, another fight. Once again, your stupid self managed to get into a fight with some thugs . Surprise surprise.

It wasn't something new for you. You always managed to get in a fight and you always went to the same person's house whenever you were injured.

Jihyo's house.

Jihyo was your girlfriend and really the only person who know how to deal with your outbursts and random fits of rage; not to mention the only one who could really tame you.

Once again, you're at her house, sitting on the floor of her living room with her kneeling in front of you with a first aid kit on the coffee table. Carefully, she applied some ointment in your bruises causing a slight stink in your skin making you flinch.

"Oh! Sorry..." She quickly apologized. "I'll try to make it less painful."