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It’s hard to see anything in the darkened room with nothing but the nightlight shining dimly in the outlet by the bed, but Yoseob can still make out the curve of Jaeha’s jaw anyway, the fluff of his hair, the steady rise and fall of his sleeping body.
The dark makes Yoseob afraid of forgetting Jaeha’s face, like he’ll blink and never open his eyes again so he tries not to blink – just watches, wishing he had the power to make the sun never go down, to keep Jaeha forever under its rays so he can always see him clearly.