"I'm sorry, it's not your fault, it's mine." He whispered.

His voice was hoarse as you felt tears run down his face and onto you.

Your heart felt as if it was being teared apart at its seams.

What had happened that had turned Zico like this?

You had never thought he would break down and cry.

He was supposed to be the feared leader of Block B, the 'bad-boy' that had captured your heart the night he saved you,

and yet, you fell for him even more when you saw him like this, his weak side.

"What do you mean?" You asked steadying your voice, composing yourself.

Zico let out a shaky breath. "I let you down, I put you in harm's way. What if U-Kwon wasn't there?

What if those punks had turned their guns against you? What would I do then?"

His eyes held so much guilt and sorrow it hurt to look at him.

You shook your head at him, tears spilling from your eyes,

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore, you're here, and so am I, we're both fine."

You didn't tell him how worried you were, how scared, that you wouldn't see him again.

Afterall this was his life, and if you wanted to be a part of it, you had to deal with everything else.

Zico rested his forehead against yours.

"I don't want to lose you." He whispered.

"You won't." You replied pressing your lips against his.

Zico sighed into the kiss, you felt him relax, as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes to savour the moment.

You could hear Zico's steady heartbeat in the silence.

Everything was peacefull, until you heard a loud explosion.....