The Chance of A Beginning

So Eun's mind went blank when that fall happened, but instead of shying away from the other, he continued to stare at his face inching closer.

The sun rays above had been completely blocked by the thick fog, creating a cold and gloomy atmosphere.

Yet, it didn't hinder him from gazing at Han Min.

So Eun emerged like a stray puppy, black shiny hair cascading from his shoulders, and Han Min firstly notice how disheveled he was.

Then the Demon King felt his insides dreaded with worry again.

"Are you okay?"

So Eun didn't speak, he just reached out and halted, barely grasping the other's face, as if he was trying to perceive if the one in front of him was real.

Despite his voice feeling like it was scratched multiple times by a clawed monster, he forced out a call.

"Han Min." The voice came as small as he intended to.

"Hmm?" Yet the reply came instantly.