That night, Jun-ho didn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, Salin's image merged with memories of Ruka in captivity. It was the same story, rewriting itself on a new canvas. Colen wanted to do to Salin what they'd done to Ruka.
Was he the only one who saw the danger for what it really was? Was it just because he remembered? Because he was there when it all went down with Ruka?
It was cruel. It was unbearable. He just couldn't accept it.
Salin was asleep in his arms, breathing slow and peaceful. Like he truly believed nothing bad could happen while Jun-ho was holding him.
And Jun-ho didn't even want to move. He just stared. His eyes traced Salin's face, his lashes, the line of his slightly parted lips. There was tenderness in his gaze, but also anger. Restlessness. Fear. The kind of fear he'd never say out loud.
Why was Salin so damn stubborn?
Why did he keep throwing himself in the middle of everything?
