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.