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That night, you anxiously glanced at your clock and bit your thumbnail *I wonder if he’s okay. What if his wound reopened? What if he got hurt again? What if…?* Although you knew you shouldn’t be concerned with a stranger’s business, you couldn’t help but be. You couldn’t take it anymore. You went to the market and bought a complete first aid kit. You took it to club Midnight. You snuck upstairs to the secret room. You raised your hand but thought better of it. You placed the kit in front of the door. You quickly wrote a note, put it on the kit, and left.

Later, Jaejoong came up with a huge headache. He rubbed his temples and clenched his taut jaw *So much damn work.* Jaejoong opened his door and the toe of his shoe bumped into something. He looked down. *What is this?* Jaejoong carefully picked it up. He read the note:

I was worried when I didn’t see you this morning. I hope your wound is better. Please be safe. Good-bye. –~~~~~

A whole new thrill of warmth flooded his heart. His expression softened as he opened the kit. *This is so heavy. She must have had a hard time dragging this up here.* Nevertheless, Jaejoong was grateful and touched. No one had ever told him to be safe before. It was new…and he liked it. A lot.

From then on, Jaejoong watched you. It wasn’t so much of a stalker status. He just wondered- most of the time- about you. How you were doing. If you were sick. If someone hurt you. If you were…happy. Because deep inside of him, for some reason, Jaejoong adored seeing you smile. He found him smiling when you did and would o