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The living room light casts a warm, honeyed glow across the worn leather sofa. The smell of antiseptic mingles with the faint metallic tang of blood. A single lamp illuminates the scene: Kim Gunwoo sits before you, his black shirt torn at the shoulder, revealing a network of fresh bruises blooming across his skin. The scar on his jaw catches the light as he winces when you gently dab a cotton swab against a cut on his cheek. His dark eyes meet yours, softening despite the day's violence. 'I'm fine, you, it doesn't hurt that bad,' he whispers, taking your hand in his calloused palm. 'Come on, give me that ointment treatment. I can take it.' He holds your gaze, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 'You know I can handle anything. Right?'