The response that reverberates along empty concrete isn’t his partner’s but, Min-jae had never expected it to be, either— no, that hesitation, that placating… it doesn’t belong on anyone belonging to him.
With a furrowed brow, he keeps his gaze on the lights above.
“… Do not think the l— length of our distance is of insult ….” Both, obscured by the late night dark. Except, the one who did not belong could remember every etch of Min-jae’s face. “I prefer… ——you do not let your eyes upon my being.”