"Suddenly, a phrase he once heard came to mind. Yes, it was something Ilay had said.
At that time, Ilay said he would take Jeong Tae-ui as his own. Perhaps even then, he thought similarly—considering Tae-ui as his possession, and maybe, just like Tae-ui is trying to now, he pulled Tae-ui to himself and bound him.

“...—”
Jeong Tae-ui stopped the hand that was holding Jeong Jae-ui’s hand. Suddenly, his brother’s voice, expression, touch, and feel seemed to be right next to him again.

—You know. You’re mine.
That quiet, warm, youthful voice.
—Remember well, Tae-ui. From today… from now on, every day, you are mine.
That hot breath, touch, and warmth clinging to his whole body.

“Tae-ui?”
Jeong Jae-ui called him with a puzzled tone.

Jeong Tae-ui thought the night sky was too bright. He wished those stars would close their eyes halfway, so he could hide this burning face.

“No, it’s nothing,” he muttered and wiped his hot face with the back of his hand. Then he silently lowered his head for a while.

Then, suddenly feeling an inexplicable unease, Jeong Tae-ui raised his head. At the end of the west corridor, a wooden door was open. Under the shadow of the corridor’s eaves stood a large human silhouette.