The body beside him stiffened noticeably. Uijae sighed internally. That idiot was bringing up sensitive topics again. He hurriedly patted Sa-young’s broad back, but the tense muscles showed no sign of relaxing. Desperate, Uijae stepped behind Sa-young and clamped his hands over his ears. Large hands came up to cover Uijae’s.

“What are you doing?”

“Stay still. Hey, Hong Yesung. Don’t just throw around words about dying. You wanna die?”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I was just stating objective facts.”

“Try softening your words. Like saying their lifespan might get shorter.”

“Isn’t that basically the same thing?”

“Sa-young, you stay …