BCGWR Chapter 47 Part 2

Seeing Han Ji-su completely intoxicated by the medicine, it was clear that he wouldn’t remember the current situation when he woke up. So, Jung Ha-jin wished he would simply fall into a deep sleep like this. Even if his mind wasn’t entirely sound, even if it became a meaningless time he couldn’t remember, it didn’t matter.

He simply wanted to plant a forgotten fragment, even if it was just in some corner of his deep unconscious, that Han Ji-su had been in Kang Jae-yoon’s embrace. If even doing that could bring a small comfort to this poor man who had lost his companion, he would gladly do anything.

So, Jung Ha-jin pretended not to notice Han Ji-su’s mischievous hands fumbling at his chest in his sleep.

Mid-January winter.

A small group of survivors, who had met by chance and ended up traveling together, settled near a mountain stream to minimize their noise, gathering around a campfire.

Han Ji-su sat with his knees up, covered by an airline blanket a woman across from him had given, claiming she’d salvaged it from crashed plane debris, and gazed at the simmering porridge.

The sturdy single-handled pot placed over the campfire had been perfectly fine just a few days ago, but now it was dented all over, looking quite unappealing.

Fortunately, there was no hole in the bottom, so it could still be used for cooking, but it was so warped that it was hard to use properly without balancing it with rocks.

“……I shouldn’t have hit that weird gorilla-like monster with the pot.”

“Haha. But thanks to that, you weren’t seriously hurt. And besides, food cooked in a pot like this always tastes better.”

At Kang Jae-yoon’s words, Han Ji-su chuckled softly and nodded. Then, using the excuse of being cold, he leaned closer to Kang Jae-yoon and took his hand.

Kang Jae-yoon murmured that Han Ji-su’s hand was too cold, intertwined their fingers, and rubbed the back of his hand with his other hand, blowing warm air onto it.

The elderly couple and the women sitting across from the blazing campfire made a few comments about how good the two of them were together. Compared to their dire circumstances, their peaceful laughter was clearly audible, but their faces were blurry and hard to see.

Han Ji-su knew this was a dream, so he casually overlooked the indistinct features of the others. He wanted to be here, holding Kang Jae-yoon’s hand, rather than trying to recall people whose names he couldn’t even remember.

If possible, forever.

As if unaware of Ji-su’s thoughts, Kang Jae-yoon spoke indifferently.

“Ji-su. It’s almost time to wake up.”

“…I know. But I want to stay with you, Hyung, a little longer.”

Just a little.

As if mocking his wish to stay just a little longer, not even much, Kang Jae-yoon’s face was now hard to see.

The trickling sound of the stream had stopped at some point, and the night forest blurred into a fog.

The moment Ji-su’s brain recognized this, the entire dreamscape began to fade. Ji-su knew well that if he wished not to wake up, his mind would always clear, and the visible scenery would change.