Wincing as Youngji stumbled through the front door, she quickly shut it behind her and leaned against it, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Her shirt was ripped, exposing the bandages on her ribs beneath, and her hair was disheveled from the altercation.

"Honey?" Youngji called out weakly, already approaching the couch. "I... I'm home."

She could hear movement from the kitchen, then footsteps padding softly across the wood floor towards her. Her partner appeared from around the corner, concern etched on her face as she took in Youngji's disheveled appearance.

Her hands fluttered over Youngji's body, hardly touching her as she inspected for injuries. Youngji winced as she brushed against her ribs, and she gasped.

"I got into a fight," Youngji said softly, reaching out to take her hand. "With someone... on the street."