"Aaww, not that harsh baby." He wailed while you treated his wound. You didn't anwser him, still angry. It was difficult to be angry at him because of this but more than mad you were feeling sad and scared. Sad because he always got hurt and when he was you were too. Scared because you were afraid that one day it wouldn't end with just a couple wounds and bruises and that he wouldn't make it out of that ring alive. 

Yes, your boyfriend was Byun Baekhyun and he had a weird job, one you didn't prefer. But when you really loved someone you didn't care about the work he did. And although you had started to accept that he was a boxer you still didn't like the fact that he would alway get beaten up. You had gone to look at his game a couple of times but it was just something you couldn't watch. Seeing how your boyfriend received kicks and punches was not something you prefered so you stayed home most of the times. He loved it when you came but also understood that you didn't want to come. 

He pouted as he looked at your angry expression and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Are you mad at me?" You looked into his eyes and sighed when you saw his cute face. How could a guy be this dangerous and creepy in the ring and be so sweet and innocent at home? It was like he was two total different persons and lived in two worlds. "No, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the bastard who did this to you." You pointed to the cut above his eye and his blue, swollen cheek. His wounds scared you and he knew it, that's why he always tried to hide them for you most of the time, but today that hadn't worked. 

You shook your head and pulled his hands away from you. This was not something you wanted to discuss again. You raised from the couch and left Baekhyun alone on it, his sad gaze following your figure as you walked to the kitchen to get rid of the first aid kit. You didn't want him to put his life in danger. You didn't want him to get beaten everyday to earn his money. You sighed and tiptoed in the hope you could reach the highest shelf to put the box away. You stiffened a little when you felt a chest against your back and an arm around your waist as you saw how a hand took the box from you and placed it away with ease. 

"I could