"What is it?" Chunhee asked, then he shook his head seemingly trembling, "On the other hand, maybe I should not. Let's talk about it tomorrow…"
Youngjae clenched and unclenched his hands. He seemed to have taken a deep breath before he said, "Everything that will happen from this point onward you can no longer control..." His eyes flashing the emotion he had thoroughly tried to keep, Youngjae turned to Chunhee, and without a word, began to take steps toward him.
Before Chunhee could even move, he felt Youngjae stop just a few inches away from him. Eyes softly looking at Chunhee with his voice low and deep, breaking into a whisper, Youngjae uttered, "But I can still do something, Chunhee… If you let me, I can still help you."
Chunhee's hands clenched and unclenched as he looked back at Youngjae, seeing the serious pair of eyes that were seemingly able to read everything he felt and knew.
"Help with what?"
