How long had they stayed like that? The warmth filling Uijae's arms was starting to feel like his own, something he was getting used to. Suddenly, there was a weight that dropped onto his shoulder. Uijae turned his head, catching the scent of blood mixed with something sweet. It was Sayoung.

“What the—what’s wrong?”

“Ah...”

“Sayoung?”

“I can’t hold on anymore...”

Sayoung mumbled, sounding as if he were complaining, and with that, his full weight fell onto Uijae. The arms that had been wrapped around his waist slowly released their grip.

“What’s going on?”

Uijae heard the steady breathing of …