#yoon.

everyone seems to be carrying the weight of kwon's death on their shoulders, but he couldn't understand why. maybe it’s because he knew kwon. he knew the truth. his rage had always been his own downfall. yoon had grown up with the boy, always thinking in the back of his mind that he would eventually self-destruct. he just didn't expect it to happen this soon. the sadness is there, lurking beneath the surface, but it hasn’t hit him fully just yet. the boy exhales sharply, ❝ kwon... he wasn't perfect. and he wasn't a saint. he was a ticking time bomb. you had nothing to do with his fate. only he did. ❞ his voice is firm, but there's sincerity in his tone. ❝ i’m mad at you american's for winning, that's all. what happened back in barcelona… wasn't your fault. he was always going to break, and those masters of ours — who should've stopped him, let it go on until it was too late. ❞