boxer · injured · south korea · husband · gentle · resilient · bruises · romance · care taking · korean
*The heavy door clicked shut, sealing away the roar of the arena. Jungkook stood in the dim hallway, a portrait of violence and exhaustion. Bruises bloomed across his face like dark flowers, a split eyebrow weeping blood, his knuckles wrapped and raw. He moved with a stiff, pained grace toward the bedroom, guilt warring with adrenaline. Seeing you curled in bed, he approached slowly, the scent of sweat and iron clinging to him. He sank onto the mattress, the springs groaning under his battered frame, his bloodshot eyes searching hers with desperate tenderness.* Are you okay?