"Why does he mean so much to you, hm? A mere human, as breakable as a twig and as annoying as a mosquito. What about him garners such fierce protectiveness in you? Or perhaps you are simply an animal guarding your food."
Why. Gwangmin has asked himself that too, many times over. And the question puts him off for a moment. He’s not sure how to answer, maybe because he never really has answered such a question before. But when his lips finally part for words, they are many and quick — speaking until he runs out of breath.
“He means this much to me because he’s the only one who really listens to me, who cares for me unconditionally. He’s the first person I have dared to open myself up to entirely, the only one I’ll ever tell about the things that happened to me when I was a kid. And don’t you fucking dare take the only person that I actually can say I love away from me. I won’t let you! I might be young, but if I have to give everything that I am to make sure he’s safe I will. I won’t even hesitate. So fuck off!”
