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stella sighed as she looked at yoonsu; his face bruised with partially dried cuts on his cheeks. she pulled him closer, her hands picking up his own to examine them. there was a noticeable difference between her soft palms & his roughed up knuckles & without saying anything she pushed him towards the bathroom to fix him up. she began rummaging through the cabinet for the first aid kit -- she has a routine for when he comes home like this & at this point her hands move without her brain needing to do any work. she holds an alcohol wipe & looks up at him gently, her eyes warning him that it’ll hurt, but she’s sure he already knows the sting well. “you don’t have to tell me, but i’d like to know.”















