U-Kwon flopped onto the couch in your hotel room.

He winced slightly.

"Are you alright?" You asked, he did just escape from a burning house.

"Just a few scratches," He replied gruffly.

He opened one eye lazily "What about you? How are your hands?"

You looked down, tiny cuts and burns marked the inside of your fingers and palms.

U-Kwon's eyes widenedas he got up and he crossed the room in two strides.

Taking your hands in his he said "___, what didn't you say anything before?"

You shrugged "It doesn't hurt, it's not as bad as it looks."

He snorted and shook his head. "Sit tight, I'll find something to bandage them with."

He left the room and you lay back on the bed where you sat.

Your hands itched and burned as if they were on fire.

Doesn't hurt my !

You didn't know why you lied to U-Kwon,

you guessed that he was already stressed from all of the day's previous events and you complaining

would add.

You rolled onto your side and wondered what was happening to the others right now.

Were they in another fight with B.A.P or...?

You shook your head, ridding yourself of those negative thoughts.

Please let them be okay, please. you prayed

They're all I have, don't take them from me.

It had been a long time since you had ever prayed but better late than never.

The door made a soft 'click' sound as U-Kwon entered with a small first aid kit in his arms.

He then began to disinfect and bandage your hands.

You winced as the ointment intensified the burning sensation.

"Sorry," he murmered "But we don't want you getting some weird infection and getting your hands cut

off"

"When are we going to find everyone else?" You asked.

He paused for a moment, thinking of a way to put his words together.

"I think right now, you should get some rest and we'll worry about that tomorrow."

"So you're asking me to forget abou them?" You snapped.

He tightened the bandages painfully "I didn't say that. I mean there's no point in us going after them in

our state,

we'd only get them and ourselves further damaged."

You grit your teeth. He was right, but you still hated to wait around like this.

U-Kwon looked into your eyes.

"I promise that we will go help everyone else, but you need to be fully recovered first."

You nodded, breaking eye contact.

U-Kwon slept on the couch, his breathing a soft pattern.

You on the other hand lay awake all night.

The pain in your hadns didn't help you sleep either.

How many times am I going to have to go through this?

As many times as Zico gets into a conflict with someone else.

You debated with yourself.

What if one day I'm still waiting and he never comes back?

Don't think things like that.

You couldn't help it.

Constantly Zico's life was in danger and you were told just to stand around and wait for him.

Is this how the rest of your life was supposed to be?

Always in fear whenever he left that he might not return.

And yet...you stayed.

Why?

You asked yourself.

You know why.

Because I love him.

(A/N Sorry for the short chapter guys, next one will be linger, promise!)