Min‑jae froze.
He did look at him that way.
Every time.
Every second.
But—
If he confessed and vanished…
If he disappeared from this world without any warning…
Meical would be left behind with nothing but confusion and heartbreak.
Min‑jae lowered his gaze, feeling the ache spreading through his chest. "Meical… I can't give you the answer you want. Not yet."
The silence that followed was heavy...too heavy.
Meical's hand slowly loosened, he wasn't pulling away, but easing the pressure. His expression dimmed just a little, the warmth replaced by something subdued. "I see.." he said quietly, his voice calm in that way he used when he was hiding disappointment. "Then I'll wait. As long as I have to."
Guilt clawed at Min‑jae.
This man, this incredible, sincere, steady man, was willing to wait without knowing the real reason for his hesitation.
