‘I still wanted to at least stop by and say I was heading out.’
Back in Morocco.
Baek Dohyun brushed a hand over his gaunt cheek. Cutting into even his sleeping hours to keep moving had left him looking like a wreck.
‘If Jio saw me now, he’d be appalled…’
He was, in his own way, someone who cared about appearances.
He had a weak stomach—wouldn’t clean up his own messes, yet couldn’t stand seeing other people’s filth.
On days when I went out more put together than usual, he’d pick a fight—“Who are you trying to look good for?”—and then, pretending to give in, grant me more favors…
With a faint snort, Baek Dohyun slowly lowered his head. He murmured under his breath.
“…I miss him.”
Wandering the world’s remote fringes, there were plenty of places with no signal.
He’d checked the channels and missed calls belatedly after leaving the desert dungeon, but…
It was…