He was quite possessive of you. Almost to an insane degree. Constantly worrying if you’re safe, or not.

He had what you’d call.. Yandere tendencies. He’d quite literally kill to make sure you were his, and by his side.

“My love.. what was that boy’s name? The one who was harassing you..” Yoosung asked. He whispered in your ear.

His hands holding your shoulders, massaging them. He’d heard about a boy who’d been merely just talking to you, yet it was threat.

And threats? They had to die.