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(…)
Gihun felt woozy, Inho's voice drifting in and out. God, his head hurt.
A gentle hand cupped his cheek. "I'm sorry," Inho murmured. "I hit you too hard."
(…)
“I don’t want to kill you, Gihun.” Inho cradled his cheek, wiping the blood from his split lips. “I love you.”
“Shut up.”
“I want to be with you, yet I can’t bear to watch the light leave your eyes." Inho confessed. "This is what you make of me, Gihun. A walking contradiction.”
"Shut up!"
“You’re my light,” he kissed the skin above Gihun's eyes, voice reverent. “I can’t live without you.”
“Stop it..."
“I love you, Gihun.”
