As the front door creaked open, Jungkook turned from the counter, his eyes immediately narrowing when he saw Seohwa step inside, her lower lip swollen and bruised. His heart sank as he rushed toward her, jaw clenched in frustration. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, acting as if nothing had happened, but he wasn't about to let it go.

"Who?" Jungkook’s voice was low and cold, the sharpness of his tone making Seohwa halt.