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The cold was biting. It wasn't just the kind that crept in from outside, slipping past coats and scarves. This chill was different—it dug beneath his skin, burrowed into his bones, and weighed heavily on Cale, leaving him with leaden limbs and shallow breaths. He gritted his teeth, determined to press forward without slowing anyone down. It was just another setback, and he didn't have time for it.
They'd been exploring ruins on the outskirts of the kingdom, looking for clues to stop White Star's latest plan, when it happened. Cale had brushed against an ancient carving, just a glancing touch, but it had been enough. The curse had clung to him immediately, making each step colder, his body temperature slipping with each moment.
He pulled his coat tighter, willing his fingers to stop trembling, hoping no one would notice. But, of course, Choi Han was already watching him with concern.
"Cale-nim, are you feeling alright?"
"Of course," Cale replied curtly, his voice sharper than he intended. "We should hurry back. Nothing to worry about."
Beside him, Raon hovered, his small dragon face drawn with worry. "Human, you're shivering! I'll carry you!" he offered, fluttering his wings with determination.
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm fine," Cale snapped. But as he took another step, his legs wobbled, and his vision blurred. The chill was overwhelming now, suffocating, making it hard to keep his head up, much less argue.
He barely noticed Choi Han stepping forward until he felt strong arms wrap around him, lifting him with ease.
"You're not fine," Choi Han murmured, his tone gentle yet unyielding. "Let me help."
Cale wanted to resist, to push him away, to demand his feet stay firmly on the ground. Weakness, he thought bitterly. How many times had he told himself he'd left that feeling behind? "Put me down," he muttered, but even to his own ears, his voice sounded faint, almost pleading. The vulnerability made him bristle.
Choi Han's expression softened, as if he sensed more than Cale wanted to reveal. He tightened his grip, not giving an inch. "You've been there for us through worse, Cale-nim. You've always pushed yourself, even when it hurt. Just this once, let me carry the weight."
Cale closed his eyes, frustration bubbling under the surface. He wanted to retort, to insist that he didn't need help, that he was used to dealing with his burdens alone. But his body betrayed him—exhausted, numb, and weakened by the unnatural cold. He hated the vulnerability. It reminded him too much of a past he'd spent a lifetime trying to forget, of being helpless and alone.
"...I don't need to be carried," he muttered after a moment, but there was no heat behind his words. "I can do this myself."
"I know," Choi Han replied softly, his gaze unwavering. "But this isn't about what you can handle alone. It's about what we can face together."
Beside them, Raon wrapped his small paws around Cale's arm, his eyes shining with fierce loyalty. "Human, you don't have to act strong all the time. We're your family! Let us help you!"
The words hit Cale somewhere deep, somewhere he didn't often look. Family. They were such simple words, yet they resonated, carving out a hollow warmth that he rarely let himself feel. He didn't have to be alone, they seemed to say. He didn't have to carry every burden by himself. Maybe... just this once...
Too tired to argue, he let his head rest against Choi Han's shoulder, the weight of his own stubbornness finally lifting. He closed his eyes, letting the distant warmth of his friends break through the chill that clung to him.
"Thank you..." he murmured, barely audible, the words slipping out before he could take them back. For once, it didn't feel wrong to admit it.
As his consciousness faded, he felt Choi Han's hand rest protectively over his shoulder, and Raon's tiny claws clutching his arm. Despite the cold, a faint smile touched his lips. He wasn't alone—not anymore.
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