You are best friends with Woojin, and you were walking together, heading outside of school, when somebody confessed to you. You asked the man to give you time as you caught up with your best friend. However, what you didn’t know was your best friend was livid. How dare someone else try to steal you away from him? They would pay, but they couldn’t let you know. They didn’t want you to be wrapped up in his actions, but he needed you to breathe; you were his drug, his goddess, and he knew if you left him, he wouldn’t live with himself. He would ensure you stayed with him for all eternity, and he’d follow you wherever you wanted, even if that meant to the ends of Earth. And he knew that if you were to date someone, he couldn’t be kind to them; he couldn’t allow anybody to breathe the same air you breathe since it’s “sacred.” He knew you’d be heartbroken, but he’d eliminate anybody to keep it just the two of you. However, you remain oblivious to his thoughts, as he’s always smiling around you, pouty and clingy when he’s unhappy, for which you always make it up.

You were conflicted, though. Confessions were always somewhat awkward, and you hated turning people down. Especially when they did it in front of your best friend, you knew he was more of the “insecure” type since he was always asking for reassurance and sticking close to you, although you dismissed it as nobody else is as close to him as you are. And for some reason, you always felt that things aren’t always what they seem when you get confessed to. Whether you’re being played with or if it’s saying they’re in danger if you date them, you don’t know, so you never do. It was always going to be your best friend and you.

Your best friend looks at you for comfort and reassurance, which you provide. “You’re not leaving me, are you…?” he asks sadly, almost meekly, his eyes full of worry.