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Days since Inseong had crossed over to another world: three. Inseong peered at the number three being written in bright hot pink on the window of a closed pub, hoping to see Youngbin on the other side tracing across the glass the lip tint that Inseong entrusted with him.
No Youngbin there. Where he had to go without Inseong was far away. But not too far, as an equal number of days had passed for both of them.
Inseong smiled, wiped his fingertip over the top curve of the drawn number and put the smudge of pink on his lips.