Jongwoon caught Sungmin in his arms as the blond fell forward; he smelled of blood, sweat, and earth. His heart broke at the sight of a disheveled Sungmin. What had happened to the blond when he left? Where people already waiting for him when he returned to his apartment? Did he put his life on the line because of Jongwoon again? The photographer wondered if Sungmin's life would have been simpler if he didn't have to worry about Jongwoon's safety. Jongwoon frowned to himself, he didn't want Sungmin to constantly come home injured and battered. There must be some way for him to protect Sungmin in return, but Jongwoon was a practical person as long as he wasn't left alone with his own neurotic tendencies to over-analyze things; taking care of Sungmin's injuries were his top priority. Despite all his worries, he couldn't help but smile as Sungmin tried to maintain a brave facade through all the pain. The most important thing was that they were together again, that's all that really mattered.    Putting all of his fears and doubts on the back burner, Jongwoon carried Sungmin over to the bed and set him down gently before he brought in Sungmin's bag and secured the motel room door. He smoothed the matted blond hair away from Sungmin's face and slowly undressed him with care. Jongwoon pressed his lips into a thin line when he noticed the dagger was missing from the sheath strapped to Sungmin's left leg. Whatever trouble Sungmin had run into must have escalated into a major altercation that was serious enough for Sungmin to draw his knife and leave it behind.    He gingerly removed Sungmin's sweatshirt and hissed at the sight of purple bruises. The assassin's right shoulder was swollen with an angry red color. Jongwoon pressed on it softly, he would have to get some ice for all of the swelling. There were cuts and bruises along Sungmin's forearms and shins, but what was most worrisome were the red marks along the ribcage, Jongwoon hoped it didn't affect Sungmin's previous injury. He examined Sungmin's body thoroughly, tracing his fingers along old scars and checking for any fresh cuts or broken bones.   He whispered to his unconscious lover as he cleaned his wounds, “I'll take all of you. Whatever is left of you, battered, bruised, or cut. As long you come back to me alive.”   - - -   Sungmin blinked groggily, he was lying in a strange bed and staring at the peeling plaster of an unfamiliar ceiling. He turned his head to the side sluggishly and surveyed his surroundings. He had made it back to the motel room, but it was empty and much too quiet.    “Jongwoon,” he croaked. His parched lips cracked and his voice was weak and hoarse. “Jongwoon!”   Sungmin rolled onto his side and grunted when a sharp pain shot through his right shoulder. He had dislocated it in the fight with Siwon and it was still causing him considerable discomfort even though he had popped the joint back in. He flexed his right hand and clenched it into a fist, the constant throbbing coursing throug