Song Dowoon sat by your hospital bed, the cigarette in his mouth unlit. You weren't supposed to follow him around, he told you not to more than once. And his lack of stern caused you to get hurt. People he was on bad terms with, caught and hurt you before he could find you.

"I told you to stop, didn't I ?"

He wanted to sound to be angry at you, but his words were a gentle request, a plea he would say a million times if it kept you safe.