I've heard from a few others that a Sanguis biting the back of a person's neck might... make things complicated. [ It's a rumor, really, but once reality had hit and he saw the marks peppered across the back of Itaru's neck his stomach flipped with unease. At that time he could smell him all around the other; suffocating, as if to replace his scent entirely, or at least leave a message for any predators that he had already been claimed. The fact that Yoohyun's body had wanted that familiar sense of possessiveness to overwhelm someone else makes him even more regretful.

Because he wanted it. Truly, surely, he desired to leave a warning for others that wished to touch him. ] But if that happened -- I'd take responsibility. [ Commitment is scary but he'd at least make sure Itaru could find a way out of... bonding... ] But I'm glad, really, I was really worried.

[ He cried, obviously. His cheeks go hot with embarrassment as he remembers; vivid, the memory of his body rising high with anxiety as he put all his efforts into giving Itaru whatever he can so that he may survive. Never had he worked so hard to ensure the safety of someone other than Yoojin.

His heart sinks. ]

Itaru. [ He calls his name; softly, as if hesitant. ] ... It's okay if you hate me.

[ He has every reason to, at least. And Yoohyun is no stranger of being hated -- or at least ignored, and admittedly the latter half sounds more appealing. He can't explain why exactly, but if he had to garner a guess it'd be the comforting sensation of being accepted despite his state during the Sanguis moon. Soft hands, a softer voice, arms holding onto him as he braces all his weight onto a body that welcomed him rather than vehemently push him away. ]

But I don't want you to. [ It's selfish and he doesn't hide it in his expression that he knows. ] And I... If it's not too much, I wanna touch you again. When I can control it better -- when I know I can treat you properly.