Taehyun sat on the seashore, gently fingering the hair of Beomgyu, who was lying on Taehyun’s lap.

“You are so beautiful, hyung..”

The younger whispers and wraps Beomgyu tighter in the blanket. He has the notebook in his hands again. The elder again writes poetry, which somehow kept him afloat. It was difficult to come to terms with blood cancer. But fortunately the hospital is near the sea, and Beomgyu loves the sea. And Taehyun loves Beomgyu.