"Die in front of me."

The voice was so low it was chilling. Uijae’s eyes widened. It was a language he understood, but he couldn’t immediately process the words. Sa-young intertwined his fingers with Uijae’s.@@novelbin@@

"I’ll watch over you until the moment you stop breathing."

"…"

"Don’t 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 don’t want to be a clueless idiot who doesn’t even know why you died."

"…"

"And…"

The rounded tip of Sa-young’s finger lightly scratched Uijae’s palm. A rustling sound followed, then a hollow clatter as Sa-young’s helmet hit the floor. The sweet scent between them grew stronger.

Soft hair brushed against Uijae’s temple and ear. A cold, smooth cheek rested against the mask covering his own, accompanied by a hesitant, whispered confession.

"It’s lonely being alone."

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