Yeosang
His name.
He had never felt any connection to it. It was just a memory, a shell of his childhood. No one called him by his name anymore.
But for some reason he had told her it.
Every time those two syllables left her mouth, warmth coursed through Yeosang's body.
Every time she said his name the world burst into color
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