A beginning?
He wasn’t sure.
A rooftop.
A storm.
A boy climbing out the high window of a fortress chamber, barefoot and wild, to sit on the ledge and laugh into the rain.
Howling at the night like it belonged to him.
A savage grin thrown over his shoulder.
"Are you afraid I’ll fall?"
"No," he’d said. "I’m afraid I’ll follow."
He couldn’t breathe.
“Haneul,” hecalled.
No answer.
“Sky.”
Still nothing.
He walked forward.
Slow.
The wind nearly knocked him off his feet.
When he was close enough,
he didn’t touch.
He just said:
“If you fall, I will follow.”
Haneul didn’t look at him.
But he trembled.
Then—
He collapsed into Seungho’s arms.
No words.
Just heat.
And weight.
And grief.
Seungho wrapped his coat around the boy like a vow.
