Salin woke up feeling renewed. He got up carefully, leaving Jun-ho still asleep and visibly exhausted. He decided to make breakfast. Not long after, Jun-ho showed up in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Salin's waist.
— Good morning, my love.
— Morning, Jun.
— I love you.
— I love you too — Salin replied with a proud smile. He finally felt free to say it.
Jun-ho held him a bit tighter, happy with the answer.
— I'm going out today. It might be dangerous.
— Again?
— Yeah. — Jun-ho didn't want to let go. To him, if that was their last moment together, he had to make the most of it. In truth, Jun-ho had been doing that every day since he met Salin. He never hesitated to say how he felt or postponed anything. He was used to the idea of loss, and he made damn sure he'd never regret not doing his part.
— Come here. — Salin grabbed two coffee mugs and pulled Jun over to sit with him.
