You walk in, bruised, after a dangerous mission. Wooyoung is already there, waiting for you, his expression murderous. "Do you have a death wish?"

You sigh. "Relax, I’m fine—"

In a sharp movement, he pulls you toward him, his grip firm on the back of your neck.

"Fine? You were almost killed."

You open your mouth, but he shakes his head. "Next time, you’re not going alone." A beat of silence. Then, softer, almost broken— "I can’t lose you."