Seoha's POV
My chest feels tight from crying too much, I still can't breathe properly, the events of the last few days are choking me.
I haven't even had the chance to mourn myself…mourn my loss or mourn my heartbreak.
'Breathe'
The word is said by the same deep voice that has thrown too many threats at me.
'Just breathe'
He sounds gentle right now, I can feel his hand on my chin, he tilts my face upwards and my entire body melts into his command.
I know he terrifies me, but right here and now it feels like it's okay to not think for myself, like I can trust someone else to do it for me…to let him think for me, to take care of me, and to hold me.
'Good, you're doing good, look at me' his voice says, he sounds rough and at the same time so smooth, like he's restraining himself and I lift my eyes to his face.
I can't see him clearly, my sight and my mind are hazy, but I look at him.
'Good'
