“Yes, Hyung.”

Sayoung's voice was soft, almost coaxing. Even as he rubbed his cheek against Uijae's palm, his eyes stayed fixed on Uijae’s face. In the dim light, the reflection of J’s black mask was caught in Sayoung’s dark gaze. After watching him silently for a moment, Sayoung spoke again in a gentle but firm tone, as if driving the point home.

“It’s me.”

“…It’s really you?”

Uijae’s voice faltered as he asked, stumbling over the words. For a first response, it was pitiful. Sayoung blinked, the corners of his lips lifting into a smirk.

“Mhm… I’ve grown up quite …