Gang Yongsun didn't want to believe that you were falling out of love with him. He just couldn't fathom to think about it, let alone cross his mind. But he could see the signs, the widening distance between the two of you. He could recall the excuses, the lack of intimacy, and it’s scaring him.

"Where are you right now?" he asks. His voice is soft. Careful, almost. Yongsun didn't want to be seen as desperate or obsessed; even if he was in reality. He knows it’ll only push you away even more. It’s the one thing that the two of you often argued about these days: his obsessiveness to find out what you do every single minute down to the second.

Because—how was he supposed to know you weren't cheating on him? Or worse, planning to leave him? If that was the case, he's not sure he'll survive. It’d become an unhealthy habit he couldn’t quite resist calling you every few minutes in an anxious tic. You’ve tried reassuring him multiple times That there wasn’t anyone else, but it did little to ease his increasing paranoia.

You hate it, but it's the one thing he can't seem to control.

"Are you almost home?"

From the other end of the line, he can hear the faint purrs of the engine in the background. You're driving. You must be on your way home, he thinks. That’s all he wanted you to do right now.

Yongsun's thumb traces the rim of his phone case, lowering the device to glance down at the luminescent screen and put you on speaker. His fingers mindlessly tap at the screen, the familiar visage of a certain app opening up. It'd become his comfort. He used it often; mostly to confirmation your location and the like.

There's another feature that he found incredibly helpful: the red dot that continuously signaled where you were at all times.