BP 27

It seemed he was having a nightmare. It felt like it would be better to wake him up. Jae-il gripped the tightly curled shoulders, patted them, and shook him slightly.

Seung-hyun's eyelids, which had been suffering with a pained face, slowly rose. His eyelashes were soaked, and tears that had filled up without room flowed down along his eyes. It took quite a long time for Jae-il's silent face to be captured in his pupils.

"..."