The World of Contrasts Vol. 5 Chapter 8 - Main Story End

“…It feels like a dream.”

The moment he saw him smile, being an alpha didn’t matter anymore. Jaemin, with his tear-streaked face, smiled weakly.

“Ha… Should I slap you awake?”

Daeyoung nodded.

“Yeah. Once the baby’s born, we won’t be able to fight.”

Jaemin covered his eyes with his hand, his shoulders shaking. Daeyoung pulled him into an embrace, and Jaemin, in his arms, cried for a long time.

Stroking Jaemin’s jet-black hair, Daeyoung thought to himself. It took so long, indeed.

But it was okay. The life he had regained from the brink of death would be with him forever.

“I told you I wouldn’t regret it.”

As Daeyoung murmured, Jaemin swallowed hard.

“You talk a lot for someone who was at death’s door.”

“How long was I out?”

“…Seven hours.”

A husky laugh rang softly in Jaemin’s ears.

“Ha ha. If it had been a week, you would have fainted.”

“Seriously, stop being so dramatic.”

Daeyoung closed his eyes as he held Jaemin, who was whispering while exhaling hot breath on his neck. Even the pain from the surgical site felt pleasant. He felt relief once again in being able to touch Jang Jaemin. My lover. Jang Jaemin.

I can do anything for you.

✽ ✽ ✽

During Daeyoung’s recovery period, he dealt with everything related to Kwon Sangdo.

It all started with a single photo. The public opinion, which had supported him despite numerous scandals, flipped instantly seeing him cheerfully drinking with a Japanese politician, known as a leader of the anti-omega faction.

“Where on earth did you get this information?”

Even politicians across the water had good relations with thugs.

“The prosecutor doesn’t need to know the details.”

“Well, I feel like I wouldn’t want to know.”

As promised, Yoojin gradually released the information Daeyoung had given her. Kwon Sangdo’s real aim, behind his omega-friendly policies and efforts to improve their welfare, was to increase his power and wealth by exploiting omegas.

Detailed records of the hundreds of millions in donations he had received from omega foundations were disclosed, and evidence emerged that information on Korean omega companies had been leaked to Japan’s anti-omega regime. As it became clear he had cleverly manipulated the political situations of both Korea and Japan, the situation spiraled out of control.

Kwon Sangdo’s team held a press conference to refute these allegations, promising a strong response to the malicious rumors, but the public’s anger, especially from omegas who had supported him, did not subside easily. Daeyoung played the murder-for-hire card on the day candlelight vigils for Kwon Sangdo’s resignation began.

[Breaking News] Seoul Mayor Kwon Sangdo, Arrest Warrant Issued for Murder-for-Hire

This morning, an arrest warrant was issued for Kwon Sangdo, the Mayor of Seoul, on charges of hiring someone for murder. The businessman targeted in the crime is known to be Vice-Director of Congressman Choi Jisun’s campaign team, a likely candidate for the next presidential election. Due to this incident, Mayor Kwon is expected to be removed from his position, with significant repercussions anticipated in the political arena. The political circle predicts that this event will bring about major changes in the presidential race.

Click.

As the door opened, Daeyoung entered the room. Jaemin put away his phone, which he had been reading the news on, to greet him.

“Why are you back so soon?”

It was a quick return for someone who had gone for a prosecution investigation.

“The prosecutor is family, so it’s easier.”

He was talking about Yoojin. Jaemin let out a short sigh.

“Doesn’t she jump when she hears that?”

“No. She suggested she could take charge of educating our niece’s morals.”

“And then?”

“I told her to do some meditation. She’s a bit too excited about being a star prosecutor; she needs to cool her head.”

Hearing Daeyoung’s typical response, Jaemin chuckled. Biologically, Yoojin and he were half-siblings, which couldn’t be denied. Jaemin was prepared to reveal his existence to get Kwon Sangdo arrested, but in this incident, his involvement was completely hidden, as if he had never been involved at all.

Daeyoung must have done something.

“I have a question.”

“What will you give me if I answer?”

Daeyoung, setting conditions without even listening, was no different from before.

“Never mind, forget it.”

As Jaemin laughed and pushed his face away with a finger, Daeyoung pretended to collapse, resting his head on Jaemin’s knee.

“What could Mom be curious about to Dad?”

Daeyoung whispered softly to the noticeably swollen belly.

“Tell me, Jae-young.”

A name with one character from each of their names. Jaemin still felt embarrassed about this, his face turning red. Considering pushing Daeyoung away, Jaemin changed the subject.

“How did you get the evidence for Kwon Sangdo’s murder-for-hire?”

Most of the men at the scene were dead, and even if alive, they wouldn’t have spoken carelessly. The only evidence would be the recording of his conversation with Kwon Sangdo… If that had been exposed, he would be under investigation with Kwon Sangdo right now.

“It was easy.”

“So, how did you do it?”

“I bribed Jeonghun.”

Daeyoung smiled broadly while lying down, looking at him.

“You bribed him…?”

Jaemin frowned slightly. Jeonghun seemed to have quite a loyalty to Kwon Sangdo.

“Or should I say, persuaded?”

This sounded even more nonsensical to Jaemin.

“Aren’t you going to tell me the truth?”

With no other choice, Daeyoung opened his mouth.

“I told him that dying unjustly because of one old, dried-up alpha is worse than taking money and starting a new life.”

Looking at his face, which seemed completely devoid of malice, Jaemin was once again impressed by Daeyoung.

“You… you’re a natural at scheming.”

“Jae-young will hear.”

While he found this excuse ridiculous, Jaemin responded with a red face, knowing Daeyoung’s sincerity in reading prenatal education books every night.

“She’s sleeping now.”

“Is she?”

After giving one kiss to the belly under the pajamas, Daeyoung turned his head to look at him.

“That’s good then.”

“…What’s good?”

There was something meaningful in the arching of his thick eyebrows. When Jaemin asked with a frown, Daeyoung answered in a low voice.

“Kids should sleep when mom and dad are making love.”

“You fucking…”

Jaemin’s face heated up instantly. While his face felt itchy to the point of wanting to scratch it until it bled, he felt Daeyoung’s hot breath between his legs. He tried to push Daeyoung’s head away, but it was impossible.

“Ha…”

The sponge-like tissue swelled up. The spring night air flowing in through the open window seemed to grow thick in an instant.

“Again?”

“Didn’t you hear the doctor? He said to fuck a lot.”

The doctor had never said anything like that. But Daeyoung, using the excuse that the due date was approaching, had been having sex with him day and night.

“We did it this morning.”

“So we skipped lunch.”

Saying nonsense, Daeyoung skillfully took off Jaemin’s pajamas. Jaemin swallowed hard, seeing Daeyoung’s gaze fixed on his protruding belly and swollen breasts.

“You’re lactating, Jaemin.”

“…I know.”

That’s why he didn’t want to show him. Since entering the last month of pregnancy, his breasts had been leaking milk, causing him embarrassment on several occasions when he went out.

“I’m going to wash up, get off…!”

Jaemin’s wrist was firmly grabbed as he tried to push Daeyoung away and stand up.

“Why wash? That would be a waste.”

Lying on the bed with his arms stretched out, Jaemin frowned at Daeyoung, his nose heated.

“You crazy bastard… Ah!”

As Daeyoung grabbed his swollen breast, Jaemin’s moans became thin with sobs. His chest, now red and swollen, was squeezed in Daeyoung’s hand, and milk dripped from his nipple, stimulated by Daeyoung’s fingers.

“Ugh, ah… sob.”

Daeyoung’s hot tongue licked the milk dripping from Jaemin’s chest. Jaemin’s genitals were erect, and his behind was soaked with slick.

“Our Jaemin smells nice.”

Daeyoung, sniffing like a beast, moved from Jaemin’s chest down to his lower body. As Jaemin’s pheromones grew richer with the approaching birth, Daeyoung’s penis was almost always semi-erect, making it hard for him too.

He sucked on Jaemin’s slick-covered penis once and buried his nose under his elastic balls. Gently controlling Jaemin’s startled body, he laid him on his side, spreading his legs to tease the perineum and entrance.

“Ugh…!”

Each time Daeyoung’s tongue and lips, slick with saliva, skillfully navigated through Jaemin’s wet mucous membranes, Jaemin’s legs, resting on his shoulders, trembled.

“Ha, fuck, ah…!”

“What’s with the cursing, mom-to-be, Jaemin?”

Daeyoung raised himself, quickly undoing his belt buckle and whispering. As the heavy glans touched Jaemin’s entrance, his moans went up an octave.

“Fuck, ah…!”

Daeyoung chuckled, pushing in his rod-like penis. The tiny wrinkles opened wide as blood rushed to the inner walls. Feeling his penis being tightly gripped, Daeyoung frowned, swallowing his saliva.

“I’m going to cum once for now.”

Daeyoung kissed his calf and announced in a husky voice. He was so excited that he didn’t even take off his clothes, just unzipped his pants to shove his cock in.

“The stuff I came this morning, it’s still inside.”

“Ah, hng, mmm.”

Lately, Jaemin staying quietly indoors without going out pleased Daeyoung. If possible, Daeyoung would want to extend the pregnancy period.

Thanks to Jaemin holding still with Daeyoung’s fluids inside him, his inner walls were softened, and the viscosity was at its peak.

Slurp, thwack. Slurp. Thwack.

As Jaemin’s entrance tightly gripped and sucked on Daeyoung’s cock, the fluids thickened by friction dribbled down his buttocks.

Smack. Smack. Daeyoung held Jaemin’s legs over his shoulders, continuing the wet kisses on his calves. As his thrusts gained strength, Jaemin’s toes curled, capturing Daeyoung’s attention.

“Ah! Hng! Mmm!”

Seeing Jaemin’s feet, capable of ruthlessly trampling people, react so honestly to pleasure was quite arousing for Daeyoung.

“Ha…”

Daeyoung’s thighs, which were kneeling, became as hard as rock, and the speed of his cock thrusting into the hole increased. As the massive shaft pounded into Jaemin’s inner walls relentlessly, Jaemin arched his back, moaning loudly.

“Ah! Hng…! Hn…! Mmm, D-Daeyoung, ah!”

Thwack! As he thrust deeply and ejaculated, Jaemin’s cock also spurted thin semen. Daeyoung panted while looking at the wet sheet.

“Are you still okay?”

“Ha… I don’t know, fuck.”

It meant he was okay. Although Jaemin’s eyes were red from the sudden intense sex. Without any guilt, Daeyoung gently turned Jaemin’s body and half-lifted him up. Placing pillows behind his back, Jaemin lifted his chin, his eyes narrowing.

“Ha… ha…”

Jaemin’s chest, with his legs spread due to his swollen belly, was a mess with leaking milk.

“Jang Jaemin.”

“What.”

“When will you become ugly?”

“Crazy…”

Daeyoung pushed his tongue into Jaemin’s weakly smiling lips while simultaneously thrusting his cock back in. Though a stifled moan came from their joined lips, Jaemin didn’t push him away. Instead, he placed his hand on Daeyoung’s neck. Perhaps because Daeyoung’s body was hot, Jaemin’s sweat-drenched hand felt slightly cool.

“How long do you intend to… ha, keep saying such nonsense…”

“Seems like you think I’m joking.”

As Daeyoung’s slick cock slowly disappeared and reappeared, Jaemin’s womb contracted, making his belly twitch. Daeyoung gently turned and pulled on Jaemin’s cock, which couldn’t fully erect due to his swollen belly.

Jang Jaemin, with his body restricted by its weight, somehow looked a bit fragile, and Daeyoung couldn’t control his growing feelings seeing him like that.

“Fuck… Jang Jaemin…”

Unable to handle his overwhelming emotions, Daeyoung swore, and Jaemin licked his dry lips.

“Calm down, it sounds serious… ha…”

With Jaemin’s body stiffening and relaxing to the slow, rhythmic thrusts, Daeyoung was trying not to put too much strain on him by kneeling and standing up repeatedly. However, for Jaemin, each thrust from Daeyoung felt like an immense pressure, making him breathless.

“You’re beautiful, Jang Jaemin.”

“Shut up…”

Jaemin tightened his grip on Daeyoung’s neck. Then, with his eyes half-closed, he whispered to Daeyoung.

“If you talk like that somewhere else…”

“……”

“You’re the one who’s dead, really.”

As Daeyoung’s lips curved upward, Jaemin frowned with heated eyes.

“Seems like you think… ha, it’s a joke…?”

Despite the fierce tone, it only sounded like Jaemin was urging him to finish to Daeyoung.

“You drive me crazy.”

Daeyoung lifted Jaemin’s body, seating him on top of him.

“Hng…!”

He wanted to avoid deep penetration, but he couldn’t resist after what Jaemin just said.

“Ah… hng…! Ah! Mmm…! Hn! Ah!”

Thrusting deeply to the root, he pounded hard. After all, it wouldn’t be surprising if Jaemin’s water broke any moment. And if it did, Jaemin would go straight to the operating room.

Jaemin, panting on top of him, was just as aroused. Although he restrained himself from moving, instead of pushing Daeyoung away, he embraced him tightly as Daeyoung thrust into him.

As Jaemin’s reddened breasts swayed up and down, Daeyoung buried his face in his chest. Jaemin’s high-pitched moans came from the sensation of being sucked hard, his thighs tensing.

“Ha…!”

As milk squirted from his stimulated nipples, Daeyoung’s Adam’s apple bobbed greedily. Jaemin was initially shocked by why he would drink that, but the more his milk was sucked, the more he couldn’t withstand the strange feeling. It made him question if he had masochistic tendencies when he came, feeling like he was truly being devoured by him.

Forgetting his earlier resolve not to move, Jaemin rocked his hips back and forth. He could feel Daeyoung’s deeply inserted cock stirring his insides. The dizzying pleasure that followed was Jaemin’s to enjoy.

“Hng…! Mmm…!”

The milk that Jaemin’s lips couldn’t catch was squeezed by Daeyoung’s hands, flowing down his body in streams.

Chup. Chup. Jaemin’s body, now entirely smelling of milk, was marked with hot kisses. Their lower bodies, drenched in pheromones, were so slick that Jaemin’s buttocks slid with each thrust.

“Hn… ha…!”

Daeyoung laid Jaemin on the bed and stood up. Then, holding Jaemin’s buttocks, he lifted him off the mattress and continued the thrusts in the air.

Jaemin’s body, with nowhere to escape, moved back and forth with Daeyoung’s thrusts. His waist, lifted in the air, arched in a curve. His reddened breasts swayed, milk dripping down. Daeyoung regretted not being able to lick every drop that fell on the sheets, but he couldn’t stop now. With his eyes red from tears, Jaemin was on the brink of orgasm, and Daeyoung was about to knot.

“I’m knotting.”

“Ha… ha… uh…”

The desire to drench the soon-to-be-born child with pheromones doubled Jaemin’s pleasure. His eyes clearing up every time he reached orgasm with Daeyoung was an undeniable sign.

“Hn… ah…”

Daeyoung thrust to the hilt, clenching his jaw. The alpha’s cock, sealing the entrance, swelled violently, showing its true form. Daeyoung panted roughly, watching Jaemin’s belly round out even more.

“I love you, Jang Jaemin.”

He could feel the pheromones from Jaemin’s inner walls, clinging to his throbbing cock, being absorbed. Daeyoung moaned, tilting his head back at the sensation in his urethra, and then the semen began to flow out.

“Mmm…!”

Jaemin shuddered with the flood of semen, like turning on the tap to full. Still, he lifted his hips to not miss a single drop. Daeyoung hugged him and buried his face in Jaemin’s neck. Every action of his made Daeyoung’s core heat up again.

“I love you, Jaemin.”

Saying such things now is too shameless, Jaemin whispered while panting.

“So?”

“I love you too.”

Jaemin, with his body completely limp, smiled at him. Had Jaemin ever been this relaxed after confessing his feelings, constantly pricking him like a needle?

“You’re now completely…”

Mine.

Jang Jaemin was now completely in his grasp. Daeyoung was prepared to hide his palm lines for life.

“What?”

Since Daeyoung had started moving again, Jaemin lost the chance to press him further.

Jaemin’s water broke that morning. While Jaemin walked into the operating room with a detached attitude, Daeyoung couldn’t. He paced anxiously outside the room, only relaxing when Jaemin, coming out of anesthesia, cursed first.

“…You fucking bastard.”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Jaemin, with his pale face, answered in a light, clear voice that he wouldn’t have another childbirth in his life.

“Let’s see the baby.”

Daeyoung brought the face of the newborn they had just had up to Jaemin, despite the objections from the doctors and nurses. Jaemin needed to know how great an achievement he had accomplished.

“Does a newborn’s face look like this?”

Instead of responding to Daeyoung’s foolish remark, Jaemin looked at the baby struggling to open its eyes for a long time.

“…Hello.”

Jaemin’s voice was wet as he finally spoke his first words to the baby. As if understanding, the baby burst into a loud cry.

“Oh, wait. Sorry.”

Watching Jaemin, who looked lost with an expression he’d never seen before, and the baby starting to cry even louder, Daeyoung thought. It was too bad to end this scene with just one time.

Of course, it was something he didn’t need to say to Jaemin now.

✽ ✽ ✽

It was one of those days when something big seemed about to happen. Daeyoung clicked his tongue softly while looking at the ashen sky covered with dark clouds and the swaying waves.

“Looks like the world’s about to end.”

“Thanks to it, the waves are amazing.”

As if not caring about Daeyoung’s mood, Jaemin was focused on waxing his board. Wearing a wetsuit that clung to his body, with slightly shorter hair brushed back, he didn’t seem cold despite it being winter. On the contrary, he looked excited.

“Look at that.”

Daeyoung looked where Jaemin pointed his chin. People lying on long boards, paddling slowly, looked like turtles heading to lay eggs through the storm.

“It’s surprising that you’re not the only crazy person surfing in this weather.”

Daeyoung didn’t bother to hide his displeasure. More than Jang Jaemin’s stubbornness to surf in this weather, what bothered him more was the fact that Jaemin’s appearance, which should be exclusively his, was being openly displayed to the public.

“True surfers aim for winter, you idiot.”

Daeyoung shut his mouth as Jaemin stood up after finishing waxing his board.

“Look at your expression.”

Jaemin smirked at Daeyoung, who was staring at him intently.

“What’s wrong with my expression?”

“You’re visually molesting me right now.”

Even without any skin showing, Jaemin’s wetsuit or costume was sufficiently sexy. Daeyoung sucked on his lip, his eyes tracing the silhouette of Jaemin’s elongated, firm body and toned thighs.

“Want to see what real molestation is?”

“Don’t be embarrassing and just go away.”

Jaemin burst into a dry laugh, waving his hand. Daeyoung took another step closer to him.

“Won’t sand get in your shoes?”

Jaemin’s attire was fully prepared for entering the water, while Daeyoung’s outfit clearly showed he had no intention of getting wet. They couldn’t be more mismatched.

“If anything happens, I can’t save you.”

With his hands in his coat pockets, Daeyoung spoke in a low voice. He was hoping Jaemin would change his mind even now, but as expected, Jaemin crushed his expectations effortlessly.

“Oh, you were the beer bottle, right?”

Jaemin lifted his chin with a mock sneer. Daeyoung swallowed hard, looking into his narrowed eyes. The one bonded with him. The spouse who bore his child. The lover who whispered ‘I love you’ every morning. Sometimes, Daeyoung still couldn’t believe that this person was with him.

I love you, Jang Jaemin.

Fuck, am I sick? Instead of confessing his overwhelming emotions frequently these days, Daeyoung raised his thick eyebrows with a smile.

“If someone’s too perfect, it’s annoying.”

“You’ve always been annoying, don’t worry.”

As Jaemin whispered, frowning slightly, Daeyoung couldn’t help but pull him into an embrace. Jaemin giggled in his arms.

“I’m not going to die.”

“Who said anything?”

Daeyoung tightened his embrace, speaking lowly. Only after Jaemin gave him a hard slap on the back did Daeyoung let go.

“Going?”

Would saying ‘I’ll be back’ make his mouth prickly? Daeyoung nodded at Jaemin, who didn’t hide his excitement. Jaemin turned away from him without a hint of regret, his steps light as he carried his board under his arm and a camera, heading towards the dark sea as if he were escaping from Daeyoung.

Daeyoung smiled bitterly at his own pathetic feelings. Should he run after him, grab him by the nape, and tell him to stop? As if reading his mind, Jaemin ran across the sand.

Splash…!

The board floated on the water, followed by Jaemin paddling on top of it. Jaemin had said that on days like this, the water was actually warmer. It was nonsense. Daeyoung clenched and unclenched his fist inside his coat while watching him.

The waves coming from the black horizon were getting rougher by the minute. But Jaemin, undeterred by the cascading water, headed towards the open sea.

“……”

Daeyoung exhaled a long breath, watching Jaemin’s diminishing figure.

On a day when a typhoon was forecasted, Daeyoung had suggested changing the date after checking the weather forecast, but Jaemin was adamant. He said it had to be today. In the early morning, Jaemin’s face was full of excitement as he kissed the sleeping child’s forehead and said goodbye.

“Let’s go together next time.”

Jaemin stood up on the board, timing the waves. Even to an amateur’s eye, his take-off was flawless. The board’s nose turned from right to left, then back to right, moving forward.

Daeyoung couldn’t take his eyes off Jaemin, who moved as if his feet were glued to the board. Jaemin flew over the frothy water surface. Even among surfers who deliberately sought out rough weather, Jaemin stood out. Daeyoung thought Jaemin seemed more free on water than on land.

But perhaps because he had been riding the waves for too long?

Splash! Jaemin lost balance with the rising wave. Watching him slip off the board, Daeyoung clenched and unclenched his fist in his coat.

Washed away with the wave’s froth, Jaemin was half-submerged, forcefully pushing his wet hair back. Then, he grabbed the drifting board and climbed back on. He stood again on the wild waves, only to be swallowed by another wave.

Slap…!

Daeyoung watched, forgetting to breathe. His coat flapped wildly in the rough wind and rain. As the weather worsened, surfers were returning to the shore one by one, but Jaemin did not return. He fell countless times, getting up each time.

Slap!

He was hit by another wave, colliding with the flipped board. He dived into the deep water, emerging from the waves, his head lifted. Jaemin, taking the brunt of the waves with his body, headed further and further out. Daeyoung’s breathing became increasingly labored.

Nature showed no mercy to humans challenging it, engulfing them. Breathing heavily, Daeyoung saw a wave far off in the distance grow immensely, as if all the previous ones were a jest. It was overwhelmingly large, as if to teach a lesson. Daeyoung’s eyes hardened with tension. But Jaemin, like a weed that wouldn’t be uprooted by the fierce wind, stubbornly clung to the water’s surface.

Come back, Jang Jaemin.

Daeyoung exhaled his hot breath and swallowed hard. He was scared that the sea might swallow Jaemin, who now looked like a mere dot. But Jaemin paid no heed to Daeyoung’s wishes. Relying on the broken plank of a shipwreck, he was sucked into the fierce waves like a beast with its mouth wide open. And in the midst of the splashing surf, he stood up.

Jaemin flew through the cavernous wave that towered over his head, like a knife cutting through with precision and no hesitation. Jang Jaemin’s body itself seemed like a beautiful blade.

Daeyoung then realized that Jaemin had been waiting for this moment all along. Now, it wasn’t Jaemin chasing the waves; the waves were chasing him. Goosebumps ran down from Daeyoung’s neck, across his shoulders, and down his arms as he watched.

“I wanted to show you too.”

“Show what?”

“The world I saw.”

Jaemin, who had been flying through the swirling waves, suddenly disappeared. The waves, cut long by human endeavor, had completely engulfed Jaemin like curtains falling at the end of a performance.

Daeyoung’s breath trembled, turning white. His eyes were hot as he searched for the now invisible Jaemin. Raindrops thoroughly soaked his heated face.

“How good could it be?”

“Good enough that it’s a shame to see it alone.”

Daeyoung didn’t know what Jaemin wanted to show him. However, one thing was clear: he had been invited into Jaemin’s world. The only one who could fight off those fierce waves trying to engulf and drown him was himself.

“…Jang Jaemin.”

A trembling voice came from Daeyoung’s throat. When his stiff shoe finally started moving, he saw Jaemin emerging through the spray. Jaemin, with one hand holding a camera high, still had both feet dominating the water’s surface.

Ha ha!

It seemed like he could hear Jaemin’s loud laughter from afar. Jaemin, still sliding across the turbulent sea surface like performing a trick, finally lay down with a splash, as if tossing his body into comfort. Diving under then coming back up, waving at him, Daeyoung didn’t wait any longer. His breath towards Jaemin spread hot in the air.

A flash of lightning streaked across the ashen sky, followed by the sound of thunder that seemed to tear the sky apart. Daeyoung now understood clearly. In Jang Jaemin’s world, there had never been a time without rain, storms, or typhoons. The only thing that had changed was Jaemin’s perspective on the world around him.

And it was clear who was at the end of that changed perspective.

Daeyoung’s shoes made a squishing sound as he walked towards Jaemin. His pants, completely soaked by the rain, were now covered in sand, but it didn’t matter.

Jaemin, who had come in with the subdued waves, threw the board entangled around his legs onto the sand and ran towards him with open arms. Jaemin was laughing, bright as if to take one’s breath away.