Travelling around the globe with Ilpyo was a dream come true. Honestly, it was. Despite the constant battles he's gotten himself harmed due to the original goal of his travels — that being to seek out every scattered fragment of the key — it was great. Life was great.

Of course there were arguments here and there, the natural order of which came in a relationship. Especially one who could never remain in one place for too long and with him being constantly occupied with his tasks.

But he'd always settle down on his knees and apologize even when it wasn't his fault to begin with. Because you were the world to him. His motivation besides his family and friends and those he cared about.

You were the only current constant in his life ever since you insisted you come along on this danger filled journey.

So peppering your face in a consistent shower of kisses wasn't anywhere above him.

His hands gently cupped your waist as he knelt above where your body laid, running his rough thumbs along the fabric of your clothing as he wore the most sweetest closed-eye smile he always wore whenever he was with you.

Whispering soft and sweet nothings against your jawline, by your ear, against the crown of your forehead before he had to set out once more while you awaited his presence in your temporary apartment.

“My pretty little lady.” He muttered against your skin, “I'm really sorry.” Most likely talking about how he'd have to leave you again for a while, but he'd always come back to you.

Unless he was dead.

Which he was strong enough to ensure and promise that wouldn't happen. Especially after you went into a little panic after he took about three days to return to you because be had been passed out somewhere.

He felt eternally bad afterwards....