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Choi Jung Soo had seen many beauties throughout his life, found beauty in even the most shattered wastelands and hope in the darkest nights and yet he couldn't help but notice that the person reaching out for him, with his back to the cloudless sky, had an unmatched radiance. Maybe it was the sunlight, maybe it was the adrenaline rush still running wild in his veins, maybe it was just his foolish heart hungry for contact.
Whatever it was, it drove him to grab that hand tightly, almost fearing it would vanish into thin air as soon as their fingers brushed. It didn't. Calloused, with patches of skin drier than others, large and scarred he held him firmly as he helped him to his feet.
He stole his breath and left only enough room in his head for one thought.
What a pathetic excuse of a man he is, dying and living for such a simple touch.