Standing there, Seo Jun-Ho paled. He couldn’t form a coherent thought, but his trembling betrayed his feelings.

“Hm? Did you have a bad dream, dear? You look so pale…” His mother reached for his face, looking worried, but Seo Jun-Ho unconsciously took a step back.

‘It’s dangerous.’ 

This was an illusion made by a fiend. He decided that he couldn’t let it get close.

“...Son?” But when he saw how hurt she looked, he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Just then, another voice cut through them. “It’s because he’s going through puberty. He’s nineteen, you know.”

Shwap! 

The voice belonged to his father sitting on the sofa and opening a newspaper.

Seo Jun-Ho had closed his eyes and imagined that voice countless times before because he missed it so, so much.

“It’s not puberty if he’s nineteen. Are you not even worried about him? He looks so pale.”

“...Did you have a nightmare?” His father looked up at Seo Jun-Ho as he spoke. Even though he seemed indifferent, Seo Jun-Ho could see how much he cared when he checked on him.

Slam! 

Seo Jun-Ho closed the door out of compulsion and collapsed on the floor.

“Oh...”

He knew—he knew that Piglet had orchestrated this with whatever...