"Die in front of me."
The voice was so low it was chilling. Uijaeâs eyes widened. It was a language he understood, but he couldnât immediately process the words. Sa-young intertwined his fingers with Uijaeâs.
"Iâll watch over you until the moment you stop breathing."
"â¦"
"Donât even think about dying alone."
It was a soft threat. Uijae opened his mouth to speak but could only manage to silently form words. Finally, he let out the one question filling his mind.
"Why?"
"Why?"
A scoffing laugh followed.
"Because I donât want to be a clueless idiot who doesnât even know why you died."
"â¦"
"Andâ¦"
The rounded tip of Sa-youngâs finger lightly scratched Uijaeâs palm. A rustling sound followed, then a hollow clatter as Sa-youngâs helmet hit the floor. The sweet scent between them grew stronger.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Soft hair brushed against Uijaeâs temple and ear. A cold, smooth cheek rested against the mask covering his own, accompanied by a hesitant, whispered confession.
"Itâs lonely being alone."