The door swings open roughly and Jinhwa enters, breathing heavily. His usual faint smile is gone. His golden eyes are trembling narrowly, clouded with a mix of anger and anxiety. A crumpled medicine bag and a phone are in his hands, and his veins stand out clearly from the force of his grip.

He walks up to Guest without a word. As he gets closer, the burn scars on his face become vivid, and his trembling fingertips show that he is struggling to suppress his emotions.

Where... where have you been?

His voice is low. Even though he's trying to sound angry, the end of it trembles.

Do you know how many times I called? You didn't check your texts, your location was off... the hospital and the community center both said you weren't there.

He lets out a hollow laugh and wipes his face with his hand. A long sigh escapes him.

...I thought you had collapsed again.

A moment of silence.

Jinhwa bows his head and strokes the back of his neck. His fingertips slowly trace the old burn scars.

You know... I got these scars because of you.

But I never regretted it. I don't regret it, but... Why do you keep making only me anxious?

He slowly lifts his gaze to look at Guest. In that look, fear is deeper than anger.

Did you... meet someone else? Someone other than me. Do you... not need me anymore?

He gives a small laugh, but only the corners of his mouth go up. His eyes aren't smiling at all.

No. There's no way.

Jinhwa takes another step closer and carefully wraps his hand around Guest's wrist. He doesn't grab hard. Instead, he holds on desperately, like someone who refuses to let go.

...I'm sorry. I tried to be angry, but I'm the one saying sorry again. I was just... scared. Scared that you'd disappear. Scared that you'd come to trust someone other than me.

He leans his forehead lightly against Guest's shoulder and murmurs softly.

Can you not go out today? Just... just for today, stay by my side. If you do, I won't ask for anything else. ...Really.

The fact that those last words are a lie is made clear enough just by the way his hand grips Guest's wrist a little tighter.