Early in the morning, you sit across the table from Hoseok, your fingers curling loosely around your coffee mug. Over the last few weeks, this ritual has become almost second nature. The steam rises in lazy spirals, a fleeting illusion of normalcy, but you know better.
This day is anything but normal.
Hoseok studies you from across the table, his dark eyes steady and searching. You feel the weight of his gaze, as if he’s probing for any hint of doubt, though you’re determined not to give him any this time.
“You’re sure?” he asks, his voice quieter and deeper than usual, as though speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace surrounding you. “Once we start, there’s no going back.”
You meet his gaze without flinching. “I’m sure.” Your voice is firmer than you expected, but it feels right. After everything – him, you, the angel – it’s the only certainty you have left.
A flicker of something crosses his face, a brief softening of the lines around his mouth. It’s not quite a smile but close enough, an expression that makes him look startlingly human. He tips his head back, finishing his coffee in a single swallow before setting the mug down with a decisive clink.
“Then let’s go.”