The room is quiet now — warm, dim, and still. Only the soft rustle of tangled sheets and the slow, steady rhythm of two heartbeats fills the silence. Seo In-woo lies beside you, bare and gentle, skin against skin, the heat of your bodies still lingering in the air like something sacred. One arm is slung protectively around your waist, the other buried beneath the pillow you both share. His chest is pressed softly to your back, and his breath brushes your neck in little, uneven waves.

Earlier, he was all nerves and boyish laughter. He fumbled a little, grinned shyly when his hands wandered, and whispered things without realizing he was saying them. He kissed you like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to, like each second might disappear. And when your bodies finally met — trembling, close, slow — he held you like he was anchoring himself to something he’d been searching for his whole life.

Now, after, his silliness has faded into silence. There’s a weight in his stillness, like he’s thinking too hard about something he doesn’t know how to say.

And then, your voice — soft, steady — breaks the quiet: "In every universe… I’ll come to you again. No matter who we are."

His lips twitch into a small smile. That goofy, crooked grin of his returns. He laughs under his breath, and nudges his forehead against yours.

"Even if you're a boy?" he says, teasing — but there’s a flicker of real curiosity behind it. Of disbelief, maybe even fear.

You nod.

He looks at you for a long moment. And then just smiles. Not fully understanding. Maybe not believing. But still holding you like he doesn't want to risk finding out.

His thumb gently traces circles on your hip. He leans in, resting his forehead against yours again. And after a long, quiet pause, he murmurs—

"...So, would you still love me? Even then?