They got into the car, still holding hands. Neither of them seemed in a rush. The way their fingers were intertwined felt steady, familiar, like they'd done it a thousand times before.
— I feel like you've grown much more than I imagined. — Min Kun spoke, noticing how they hadn't let go of each other, not even once, from the moment they embraced until now. For him, it was impossible not to remember how his son used to recoil from touch, as if even the gentlest contact brought pain. And now… there he was, his fingers laced with another man's, calm and grounded.
— Salin has been my greatest support. — Jun-ho said, gently tightening his grip on his fiancé's hand.
— Are you two really getting married? — Kun asked. Salin was caught off guard, but Jun-ho responded first, with the ease of someone who had already considered it.
