The peace was fragile, a thin sheet of ice over the deep, dark water of Jun’s fear. He tried. For Yuna, for the heartbeat he now carried like a sacred, terrifying mantra in his head, he tried to lower the walls. He dismissed the visible security detail, though Yuna suspected Min-gi’s ghosts still lingered at a more discreet distance. He stopped mapping alternate routes for every car journey. He forced himself to sit through the entire next ultrasound, his hand clutching Yuna’s so tightly her fingers went numb, his eyes fixed on the grainy screen, silently daring the world to threaten the tiny, flickering life.
But the fortress he had built was not just around them; it was inside him. The stress began to manifest physically. He developed a persistent, dry cough. He lost weight he couldn't
