Ki-hoon looked at a trembling Jo-Pil and then held him close, his hand behind the back of his head, pressing his face against his chest.
He didn't know what had been going on while he was away, and why Jo-Pil was suddenly having these insecure thoughts.
It hurt him to see him hurt.
And while it looked like Jo-Pil just wanted to hear those words and be reassured, it wasn't that simple.
Just telling him those words would spark more of his insecurities, he felt.
So, what could he do at a time like this?
"Jo-Pil," he called softly, his lips pressed to his temple. He could feel the dirt against his lips, but it didn't matter. He could taste the saltiness of his sweat, but it still didn't matter. He could taste the blood... Why was he so hurt?
"You can't say it?" Jo-Pil asked but Ki-hoon held him tighter.
