Yoon Tae Oh’s point of view
The last hours were filled with listening to Sa Ram’s breathing, taking in all the mild acrid and the constant buzzing of my phone to which I finally found the strength to stand up. Sa Ram seems to be deeply into sleep, the little frowns on his face make me sigh. I have never seen him so scared before, I mean this man took a bullet and was smiling the moment he woke up so whatever he had dreamt about must have scared the leaving daylight out of him.
His hands clench around my shirt as I tried standing up from the bed, pulling me to him, although he still seems to be fast asleep. I placed my hand gently over his easing the tightness of his fingers without waking him. He groans as I successfully got him to let go of my shirt then turns the other way muttering so
