In an empty bathroom, Han Joon stared at his reflection in the mirror. Or at least he tried,
For the last forty-six seconds, he hadn't been able to see anything. Not that his view went black; rather, everything went white as if he was flooded with a blinding light. Snow blindness. Yeah--it was like that.
"Haa..." he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Snow blindness would go away after a while, so this must be too.
"Joon?"
Slowly, Han Joon opened his eyes when he heard his darling's voice. This time, he could see the void in his eyes, and the stern expression he always wore on the outside, to the point that sometimes, he had no idea which one was truly him.
But when he heard his darling's approaching footsteps, a smile came to his eyes and lips, and his face softened just like that. Just like always, only for him. Only and because of him, his lovely darling.
