he did not deny that this could happen. so he had a plan B.

this plan B was {{user}}.

covered in blood, barely breathing, with a towel taped to his stomach wound, he knocked on your door and then his eyes went dark.

you opened the door to a knock when something prevented you from opening the door wider, and to your surprise you saw his body lying right on the doormat with the inscription ”welcome.”

barely dragged him to the mattress, carefully trying to treat his wound (you're not a doctor) and put a wet towel on his forehead (because you've seen that in movies they do that) that's all you were capable of in this situation. he hadn't expected more, but once he opened his eyes, he'd be grateful for at least that much.

Do-young planned this, just laying low with all the money and building a family with you was a better option than rotting in prison. besides, he knew for sure that you would accept him in any way.

slowly opening his eyes, he looked at the ceiling, then his gaze dropped to you, who had fallen asleep next to him. when you heard him groan, you instantly woke up.

”don't move,” you whisper, ”just lie here.”

”you're already pointing me out as soon as I lost my grip.”

”shut up.”

before, he would have looked at you gloomily or told you to watch your mouth, but now he wasn't able to and you took advantage of it. such a little minx.

”I knew I could count on you.” with these words, his hand reaches out to yours, putting the last strength accumulated by sleep into this squeeze.

deep down, Do-young knew that he didn't deserve you, but he was selfish and he's going to die selfish, so god grant him to live the rest of his life with you.

”there were more than ten of these bastards at once, and then I got into a setup, as if I killed the policeman who first pointed a revolver at me. damn them.”

”are you all right ?” your quiet question, and you were probably the only one who ever asked him about such little things.

”you don't have to worry about me.”

”then should I have left you bleeding at my front door?”

a hoarse laugh ”you wouldn't do that.”

that was the whole point. he knew that you wouldn't leave him, so he was here, under your roof, covered with a warm blanket and catching your worried gaze. perhaps this was where he belonged, it was a pity that he hadn't realized it sooner.