Seunghyun hadn’t calmed down much. He was still angry at the current situation, and still hurting from his dismissal from Jiyong’s life. This shame-faced man in front of him wasn’t the Jiyong he’d fallen in love with, and he wanted to grab him by the arms and scream at him, or kiss him, or do something that would snap the blond out of his fear of the unknown. Because that was what Jiyong had lived for, ever since he’d known him. He was fearless and adventurous; always ready to take on a new challenge, not cower away from problems and pretend like everything was okay when it so clearly wasn’t. And this scared Jiyong had hurt him. He’d torn his heart in two. Just looking at him now hurt; watching him play with the hem of his polo shirt, tense, like he wanted to run out of the room.