Salin had already grieved, years ago. He'd already asked himself if it was his fault. He'd even questioned his own name.
"But in Korean, your name can also mean to save. In other languages, it can mean salt, to bring healing... It's a beautiful name with many meanings. I don't really believe in fate. But I do believe I love the right person, someone who saves me, every single day."
The smile came before the kiss. Jun-ho had pressed his lips to Salin's forehead. He'd said that months ago.
Salin held onto his arm, breathing in that familiar scent like he could freeze that moment in time for just one second.
— I'll be right back. — Jun-ho said.
Salin nodded.
They were standing at the rooftop of the Promise club. Jun-ho was about to meet someone important.
The blond pouted slightly and checked his phone.
Not much had changed. Jun-ho's heartfelt statement was twisted into, "He's blind. He got played."
