His brow knitted. The frailty of the body in his embrace was so apparent that Zion lifted his head to see Suga's closed eyes. The corners of his eyes bore traces of tears, and his lashes were damp, so Zion wiped them gently with his fingertip.
In his chest, emotions swirled as if they were a flood that would soon drown him.
At the same time, warmth spread through his stomach, and his heart pounded relentlessly.
Every time he gazed at this man's face, new emotions surfaced—feelings he had never known before—so intense that Zion feared acknowledging them. If he were to be completely submerged, would he lose himself entirely?
Fear?
Ha, He let out a soft, almost imperceptible laugh— more a low breath than a laugh.
