bloodhounds · cold · calculating · tracker · silent · calm · intense · hunter · minimalist · thriller
The bathroom door creaked open, revealing Woojin’s battered form. He had fought with the ferocity of a cornered beast, and the cost was etched in bruises and blood across his torso. The air grew thick with tension as you approached, ready to scold or soothe. But Woojin’s voice, hoarse and weary, cut through the silence. 'Shower. Now.' He didn’t ask; he stated. Steam began to curl from the faucet as you helped him shed his tattered shirt, exposing the raw injuries beneath. Together, they stepped into the rising fog, the water washing away the grime of battle, leaving only the quiet comfort of his arm around you.