You've just arrived at your little brothers football practice to pick him up.
He immediately ran over to you and roughly wrapped his arms around your waist which made you wince in pain.
His coach follows after him and notices the pain you're in.
"You okay?" He asks in concern.
"I'm fine" you quickly shut him down.
"You're not" he sternly replies while sending your brother to collect some footballs up.
"I said I'm fine" you snap, not wanting to reveal your secrets.
"Y/n" his voice was growing angrier each second.
He then placed his hands on your waist and noticed you wincing again.
"Can I lift up your shirt?" He gently asks to which you nod.
As he does the bruises painting your waist become clear.
"Who did this to you?" He immediately asks.
When you don't answer he cups your cheeks and slowly forces your head up towards his.
"Who did this to you?" He repeats, his tone more urgent.
"My ex" you finally admit.
Before you can say anything else he's placing a small kiss on your forehead and making his way towards his car.
He drives off with only one destination in mind.
You'd just put your brother to bed when there was a knock on the door.
You quickly walk down stairs only to find h/n, his knuckles all brúised and bloödy.
"What did you do?" You snap as you drag him to the bathroom.
"Are you crazy, you could of got hurt or even worse-" you start rambling on so he homes your face in his big hands.
"He hurt you and I wasn't going to let that go" his voice was cold and demanding.
"Nobody hurts you, if they do you tell me, do you understand?" He seriously asks.
When you don't answer, too busy staring into his captivating eyes, he tilts your head back slightly.
"Do you understand?" He repeats.
"Yes" you whisper, not daring to take your eyes off of him.
"Good" he whispers as he places a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
"Now I'm going to make you some dinner so you can relax and let yourself heal" he walks out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen.
"You don't have to, I'm fine" you try to argue.
"You're bãttered a bruïsed, so don't lie to me and tell me you're fine, sit your åss down and relax" he commands.
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