[A silence follows. A silence full of uncontrollable fire, full of mocking high schoolers and detached adults. A silence that screams within a foster care system, after weeks and weeks of painful bandage changes inside of a hospital room... and the hurt that he couldn't numb until the day he learned how to shut it off. As best he could.]

... I'm a part of Pyeon Sang-Wook, too.

Something he 'made', too. To protect what was left of him. But I was made years and years before the 'curse' ever happened. [It's not as literal as whatever the hell Hyunsu has going on right now, obviously; there's no literal other entity, but... he would like to think the other gets it.] It's not a bad thing. Wanting to protect the hurt person your body used to be.

[Maybe he'll regret being open and honest, but for now — he surprisingly doesn't.]

Is he okay with it? Being hidden.

[If he is, that's good enough for Sang-Wook.]