It was a late night, but you and your boyfriend, Kang Dae-ho, weren't asleep. You were holding him in your arms, stroking your fingers through his hair and quietly muttering reassurments into his hair as he sobbed into you. It was thundering and booming, something he hated but you adored. You kept saying "it's okay" and "you're okay" over and over.

"I- I- I can't- help-" He sputtered, his voice choking with sobs.