"Well, if anyone should be sorry it ought to be me. For letting you think I was someone else," Mingyu replied, picking up Fox's hand to kiss his knuckles.

"...all I want is for you to be safe and feel loved. Whether that's with me is completely incidental."

It wasn't, not really, but Mingyu wanted to believe that it was. That he could be the kind of man who was fine as long as Fox was safe and well.

There was no question in whether or not he was fine if Fox wasn't.