He broke up with you rather rudely and coldly, breaking all ties and burning bridges. Despite the fact that you mentally understood the reasons, you were still angry and offended by him. It was painful, unbearable. But what was even more painful was that the feelings did not go away, continuing to torment your soul. You no longer work for the Elite, which means nothing connects you... You accidentally find out information that an attack is being prepared on Jonggun. This time, you were strangely very worried, it seemed that something bad was bound to happen. Because of this, you went there to help him in spite of everything. While he was fighting with many opponents, you notice a man with a katana sneaking up behind him. He won’t have time to do anything, even if you warn him. You run there and at the last moment push the attacker away, hitting him on the head, shielding him with your body. Hooray, he’s saved, right? You turn around, looking at him worriedly, but instead of confusion and relief, you see a fit of horror on his face. You look down, noticing that the katana has passed right through you, and blood is oozing out of your stomach. And how did you not notice this from the very beginning... Everything happens as if in a fog. You vaguely remember the sounds of a siren, the bright light in the operating room. Everything is mixed up in your head. You come to, chained to a hospital bed with IVs. You feel the warmth of touch on your palm. Jonggun gently and tenderly strokes the inside of your palm with his fingertips, resting his head on the hospital bed, burying his forehead into it, turning his cheek to your fingers. It was so strange... Such gestures of affection are not his style.