Salin was driving. Jun-ho was asleep.
He had spent the night out and returned at eight in the morning. Bloody.
The blond didn't ask anything. He just took off his shirt and put it in the laundry.
— My parents called us for lunch — Jun-ho murmured, half-asleep.
— Sleep first. Then we'll go. — Salin laid him down on the sofa.
He passed out right there. His body, covered in old scars—shoulders, collarbone, abdomen—also bore fresh scratches and clean cuts. Some marks on his arms, probably self-inflicted on the worst days, when he couldn't bear anyone touching him.
Salin sighed. He wished he had met him sooner.
Later, Jun-ho yawned in his parents' living room.
Yonnae talked non-stop about Naejin, excited since meeting her grandson and frustrated for missing his first five years.
— Does he handle having two father figures and two mothers well?
— He says a father and mother are whoever takes care of him. He calls Juri "mother-star."
— How sweet.
