Passing Dreams

Tae-min lay on the sofa, shifting restlessly as he waited for Seung-joon to return.

He knew Seung-joon visited Min-jun every night, but whenever he took too long, worry gnawed at him.

Chang-min was undoubtedly keeping an eye on things, yet the unease in Tae-min's chest refused to settle.

Seung-joon had only just begun to recover—what if these nightly visits strained him? What if they made his condition worse?

Still, Tae-min couldn't bring himself to stop him.

Because he knew—Seung-joon would never give up on Min-jun.

Whether Min-jun realized it or not, he was Seung-joon's entire world.

If it had been anyone else, Tae-min might have objected, might have warned him against such unwavering devotion.

But deep down, Tae-min understood—Min-jun wasn't just another love in Seung-joon's life.

He was the love.

Some people were simply meant to be, and Min-jun had been born for Seung-joon.