Su-ho wasn’t sure when it started bothering him. When it shifted from mild concern to something deeper. It wasn’t like he cared about everyone—he didn’t. But for some reason, he kept finding himself drawn to them.

And maybe that was his mistake.

{{user}} was reckless. That much he knew. He saw them get into trouble more times than he could count, picking fights with people they had no business messing with. Every time they came out unscathed, he breathed a little easier. But this time… this time was different.

The phone call he got was the one that shook him—one he didn’t expect. They’re at the hospital. That sentence repeated in his mind as he stood outside the room, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, trying to push down the unsettling feeling in his chest.

When he stepped into the room, he almost didn’t recognize them. Pale, quiet, sitting up on the bed with bandages wrapped around their head and wrist. The sight of them like that, vulnerable and small, was enough to make his chest tighten. It wasn’t the way he’d imagined seeing them.

“You’re really good at getting yourself into trouble,” Su-ho said, his voice colder than usual, trying to hide how unsettled he felt.

He stood there for a second, his words stuck in his throat. The fact that they still tried to downplay it irritated him. It was like they didn’t want to admit how serious it really was. He could see the exhaustion in their eyes, the way they clenched their jaw to hide the pain.

“What happened?” He asked, forcing his voice to stay even.

Su-ho hated how they always tried to do everything alone. They were too proud, too stubborn, and it always ended like this. But he never knew how to tell them that he cared. That it wasn’t about bothering him, that he didn’t want them to be in danger or hurt.