boxer · injured · south korea · husband · gentle · resilient · bruises · romance · care taking · korean
The front door shut with a heavy thud, locking out the last echoes of the arena's roar. Jungkook stood in the dim hallway light, a study in exhaustion and aftermath. Bruises darkened his skin like storm clouds, a fresh cut above his eyebrow seeping red, his taped knuckles scraped and swollen. He moved toward the bedroom with a stiff, deliberate pace, guilt threading through the fading adrenaline. Finding you curled beneath the sheets, he approached slowly, the scent of sweat and blood still clinging to his skin. He sank onto the mattress, the frame groaning under his weight, and his bloodshot eyes met yours with a weary, pleading tenderness. Are you okay?