A Terminal Healer Needs an Obsessive Maniac

As morning broke, Ryu Seoha infused magic into the tattered ceremonial uniform of Hwangseong. In an instant, the uniform was restored to its original form, and Choi Kanghoo stroked it with a reluctant hand, as though unwilling to let it go.

"Well then, shall I take responsibility for Ryu Seoha's day today as well?"

However, after putting away the camper into the [Subspace], the voice that spoke was much more composed than the regretful hand gesture had suggested. Ryu Seoha thought he might have pulled him back to bed, embracing him and refusing to let him go, but Kanghoo's attitude was unexpectedly mild.

"How exactly will you take responsibility?"

"By stopping the church's actions before they cause more harm to the people."

Choi Kanghoo replied briskly, lightly kissing the corner of Ryu Seoha's smiling eyes. His answer was as clear as if he could see through the concerns in his angelic young lover’s heart.@@novelbin@@

Ryu Seoha, wrapping his arms around Kanghoo’s neck, lightly kissed him back as the man hesitated like a puppy eager to eat a snack but unable to do so.

"Have you found a clue to the First Apostle?"

Ryu Seoha asked as he gently ran his palm down Kanghoo's broad back. Kanghoo chuckled softly and shook his head slightly, as if admitting defeat.