His gaze never left him. Even when hours stretched on, Junghwa refused to stop. Whoever did this to his disciple was lucky he was already dead. Had it been up to him, his suffering would've gone on eternally.
The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of Wooyun's breathing. At last, Junghwa exhaled slowly and leaned closer, his words barely above a murmur. "If you're going to call me master so sweetly like that, then don't you dare leave me behind."
And as he uttered those words, he vowed to himself that he would never leave Wooyun out of sight, not for as long as he was alive.
The following morning, Wooyun woke up to the sound of his moans of pain and suffering. He could barely move his body as he let out another groan. "Ugh,"
"You're awake," he heard a voice call beside him.
