"Are you worried about me?"
Zion gave a faint smile, his eyes narrowing slightly in sync with the curve of his lips. A dimple appeared on his left cheek. And as Suga lifted his head to look at that face—sweet, even if it had no right to be— his heart pounded. Damn it, there were still faint smudges of blood on Zion's skin. This shouldn't be something he found beautiful. But he couldn't look away.
Looking back, when he first saw Zion's condition, of course he was worried— but the man had walked all the way here by himself, standing tall and steady. And now, even as Suga stepped back a little, Zion's hands still wrapped gently around his, and Suga couldn't see a single scratch on him.
"...Was I being ridiculous for worrying about you?"
"So you were worried, huh? That's kind of cute."
"But seriously— I know you're strong, but are you really okay? What the hell happened to you? Why would you show up like this, looking like some kind of a character from a horror movie."
