after a moment, bum takes his hand. he slips the band over sangwoo’s ring finger, and sangwoo feels the smoke start to clear.

he takes a short breath, and the taste of metal is gone.

once he’s gotten a taste for it, he can’t help but take another breath. a longer, deeper breath that relieves some of the tension from his shoulders when he exhales.

he laughs, flexing his fingers. “it’s nice.”

☾

or, the ring finds its way home