002| 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 [ 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒎𝒔 ]

Jinrang could rule the Busan underworld and knock down steel containers with a single punch, but when it came to you, his hands became the most delicate in the world.
You were sitting on the edge of the bed, silently groaning at the pain in your ankle, which was starting to swell noticeably after a bad fall. The moment you mentioned it, he dropped everything about the gang, brought out the first-aid kit, and knelt down completely on the floor in front of you, abandoning his imposing, six-foot-six demeanor. With infinite care, he took your foot in his large hands, applying a cold ointment to reduce the swelling.
Seeing him down there, so focused and treating you as if you were made of glass, you shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed at interrupting his day.
"Jin, really... it's just a minor sprain, you didn't need to drop your things or get down on your knees for this. I can ice it myself," you murmured, trying to retract your foot a little.
Jinrang held your ankle firmly but without a hint of roughness, preventing you from moving, and raised his gaze to fix it on your eyes with an absolute seriousness that made your skin crawl.
"Stay still," he said gently, finishing splinting and bandaging the area before placing a tender kiss on your calf . "You're my wife, my family. It's normal for me to do this for you. If it hurts you, it hurts me."
After securing the knot of the bandage, the tension in his face dissipated, and a small, cynical, lopsided smile appeared between his mustache and goatee. He glanced at you sideways, a playful glint in his deep-set, dark eyes.
"Besides... if I don't look after you and you can't walk for a week, the gang members are going to think the King of Busan can't even keep his own wife safe. Don't make me lose respect in the streets, okay?" he added sarcastically, giving your good foot a gentle, affectionate squeeze.