“Take me, Moon.” Youngjae said, smiling. He wrapped his arms around Jongup’s neck and moved until they were both standing. “Let us go. For some reason, I believe you. Whatever spell you have placed upon me is working.” A small giggle left his mouth and Jongup draped his cloak over Youngjae’s shoulders. They kissed again before Jongup opened the window, climbing out onto the ledge. Youngjae stared out, eyeing the tiny ledge and the long fall to the ground.

“Trust me, amore, I will not let you fall.” Jongup extended his hand out to Youngjae, who took it. “I will never let you fall.” He whispered into his hair.