"Honey, listen to me. It's okay..."

You'd been clean from SH for a while, until you had a really big relapse. Changbin knew how much pride you took in being clean, and knew he had to comfort you to prevent this from happening again. Leaving soft and gentle kisses up your bloody arm, he looked at you, pure love in his eyes.

"I don't care how many scars, old or new, I'll sit here and kiss every single one of them. They don't define you. Everybody relapses. I'm not mad..."