Changbin, 32
Changbin lived until thirty-two.
When he died, he opened his eyes beside the same lake.
He immediately heard laughter.
“Changbin!”
He turned.
Chan was running toward him.
Changbin stared.
“You’re thirty.”
Chan laughed.
“And you’re thirty-two.”
“Wait.”
Changbin looked down at himself.
“I’m young again.”
“Apparently.”
Changbin hugged him.
“I missed you.”
Chan held him tightly.
“I missed you too.”
Y/N joined them.
“Welcome home.”
