Memories surged over him like a wave. Min-jun remembered his So-hyun in the barracks: the dark corridors, the stolen moments, the kisses that were both a promise and a comfort. His So-hyun had offered him a bracelet: "This is our light," he whispered as he slipped it onto Min-jun's wrist. Fingers intertwined, lips touched — slow, tender, carrying a warmth that muffled the cold of the world. "You are my hope," he said, and So-hyun pressed against him, clinging to the warmth, the touch that felt like life amidst chaos.
"What is that?" So-hyun's voice pulled Min-jun back to the present. He was standing close, his eyes wide at the sight of the crystal in Min-jun's hand. "That's... Stella. My Min-jun… he gave me the same."
The crystals on So-hyun's ring and Min-jun's bracelet flickered in unison, and both felt a faint tingling, as though a thread of electricity connected them across space and time.
Min-jun tightened his grip on the crystal. "He gave me this bracelet," he murmured, almost a whisper. "The same light."
Their eyes met. The air between them thickened, their breathing quickened. So-hyun was alive, new — yet he awakened memories. Min-jun's heart clenched under the weight of pain and the pull of a growing attraction within his chest.