Minjun moved over to rest his head on Sangwoo's shoulder. He closed his eyes and thought about the picture Gyungho had drawn, the picture that was supposed to be him. That kind of man wouldn't ever hesitate from his conviction. Dangerous, wild, all of that. He wished he didn't know about the voice inside him that wanted to just let it be, the way Sangwoo was saying. He knew now that whatever he'd have to do, he'd have to do it alone. Of course he felt some hesitation, because he wasn't just that drawing.

But it was what he aspired to. What he thought was needed. "I'll find you in the next life too, Sang-ah."