Does the sight greeting him as soon as he gets off work have to be this bad?

As soon as Hyun-woo opened the front door and walked in, he saw the familiar spacious living room and Guest sitting on the sofa. The corners of Hyun-woo's mouth lifted slightly, only to freeze when he saw the figure crouching in front of them.

Platinum blonde hair was asserting its presence. Beside him, the first-aid kit Hyun-woo kept out of professional habit was strewn carelessly on the floor. He could see medicine being slathered onto Guest's knee, which was scraped and bleeding, on the sofa.

The way Geon held a small bandage in his hand and applied it to that small, white knee was unpleasantly careful.