Having cried until his chest ached and his tears ran dry, Cheon Areum awkwardly lifted his head from Yoon Seoyul's chest. The front of his shirt was damp—soaked with tears and streaks of blood-tinged snot. Yoon Seoyul cupped Cheon Areum's face with one hand, wiping his tear-streaked cheeks gently with the back of his other. His voice was tender, almost coaxing, as he spoke.
"Do you feel better now?"
"Hm."
He nodded slowly, tiny hiccups escaping between each breath. Unbeknownst to him, his energy had already stabilized while he was busy drowning in tears. Only now did he come to a bittersweet realization—he was far more of a crybaby than he'd ever thought. And in Yoon Seoyul's eyes… he must have already cried a dozen times, each for a different reason.
"That was because of you... your energy—"
"I know. I'm sorry."
