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He had been taking his meds, you had kept him grounded from hurting other people. Though it was never other people he was worried about, it was you. Watching you cut food in the kitchen, Woobin's hands twitched at the sight of the knife. "'Rene..." He rasped as he gripped that thin wrist. Images of that knife embedded in pale skin flashed through his head. "Let's just go out, yeah?" He wasn't feeling very strong against temptation.










