Jeoyoon sighed softly, feeling the tension in Chunho's embrace. He could sense the depth of Chunho's distress, and despite the initial shock of being nearly suffocated, his heart softened as he realized just how terrified Chunho must have been.
"It's alright, Chunho," Jeoyoon murmured, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I'm here."
Chunho's grip relaxed further, but he still held onto Jeoyoon as if afraid he might disappear at any moment. The warmth of Jeoyoon's presence was grounding, a soothing balm against the lingering terror of Yooshin's memories. Slowly, the frantic beating of Chunho's heart began to calm, though the echoes of Yooshin's grief still haunted the edges of his mind.
Jeoyoon gently stroked Chunho's back, offering comfort in the only way he knew how. "You're safe," he whispered, feeling the tension slowly drain from Chunho's body. "We're both safe."
