Today Hoseok threw out all of my razor blades.

I begged him not to at first, telling him about the whole safety net mentality I had adapted about them.

Hoseok glared at me before slicing one of the blades across the palm of his hand.

"This is what I feel every single time you use these!" He cried. "It may not seem obvious because it's not physical, but every single time I see you with new bandages on your arms just know that the pain you feel under your sleeves is being transferred straight onto me emotionally!"

I never knew until then how strong love is.