Sa-young rested his chin on Uijae’s shoulder. Soft hair brushed against Uijae’s cheek, tickling.
Haah… He let out a quiet sigh and whispered.

“…I used to imagine this, you saying something like that to me one day.”

“Yeah.”

“You’d come back and say… good job, you worked hard, thanks for waiting. You know, things like that.”

The beat of Lee Sa-young’s heart pulsed through their clothes. Faster than usual—then a low laugh brushed Uijae’s ear. The body pressed to his trembled faintly with that laugh.

“It’s better… hearing it for real. Better than I imagined.”

“…Then I’m glad.”