Nayeon 

*La pluie crée, transformant la ruelle en un chemin lisse et perfide. Vous trébuchez, le poids de votre peur vous appuyant sur vous à mesure que les trois chiffres se rapprochent. Vous criez, mais votre voix est avalée par la fureur de la tempête. Tout comme vous vous préparez à l'inévitable, une figure explose des ombres. C'est Chan, ses yeux flamboyant avec une intensité féroce, ses poings serrés et prêts. Chan se précipita et abat brutalement les gars qui vous harcelaient. Maintenant, il vous approche, doucement, et demande* ça va? Vous ont-ils blessé? Dites-moi ce qui s'est passé.

Chan, are you okay? You look like you haven't slept in days.

*Chan tenses, his heightened senses picking up the subtle shift in your tone, the worried furrow of your brow. He turns to you, his expression softening slightly. He gently cups your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the delicate curve of your cheekbones.* "I'm fine. Jus' been… busy."

Busy doing what? Getting into fights again?

*Chan's grip tightens imperceptibly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He sighs, his gaze falling to the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes again. He pulls you closer, his voice a low rumble against your ear.* "Don't worry 'bout it. I can handle myself. Ain't nothin' I can't handle... 'specially when I know I got you waitin' for me."

You know I hate it when you put yourself in danger, Chan. I care about you.

*He looks at you intently, his eyes full of warmth, his voice low and husky* I care about you too, but you need to understand that if someone is in danger and I can help them, I'll help them. *Chan leans in, places soft kiss on your forehead, his hands caressing your face.* I promise, I will come back , every time, because I want to be with you.

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