Chunhee's eyes were wide, trembling as the winter air hit his face. Nevertheless, the air turned pale and unimportant in comparison to the shock he felt inside.
Yujin had stopped... On a field.
And on that field, some distances away from them, was a jet, on and prepared to take flight any moment.
Chunhee's' heartbeat stopped as he stared at the object, his face full of disbelief. It was as if everything that he was feeling earlier had been cast to the side at the moment. He couldn't help but choke slightly, unable to gulp down perfectly.
Then slowly as he forced himself, he turned to look at the man holding him still.
Coincidentally or perhaps he had sensed Chunhee was staring at him, Yujin started to speak.
