You Die. Over and over again.

“Following someone who doesn’t want you to is stalking. It’s a crime.”

Sana bit his lower lip hard at the word “stalker.”

Yes, from Doha’s perspective, it probably couldn’t look any other way.

“I won’t do anything to cause harm. I just…”

“You said you don’t even like me, so why?”

Doha asked again.

‘I should have just said I liked him.’

“I like you…”

When he answered in a meek voice, Doha, who had been quietly watching him, let out a hollow laugh.

“You say you can’t show your ID, then you persistently beg to stay by my side, and now you say you like me? It looks suspicious no matter how you look at it. Who sent you?”

Doha’s voice seemed to grow colder and colder.

“You, you’ve seen me before, haven’t you? I felt it yesterday too, your actions aren’t those of someone meeting for the first time. But I’m seeing you for the first time. So how is it that only you know me?”

His tone was clearly one that branded Sana as a suspicious individual.

If things continued this way, he would clearly not allow Sana to work at the club either.

Sana, who had been biting his lower lip, took a deep breath and raised his head to look directly at Doha.

‘Which is better, a weirdo or a suspicious person?’

He wasn’t sure, but he felt he couldn’t hide it anymore.

It was a mistake from the start to try and clumsily gloss over it, given that he wasn’t accustomed to lying.

“I… saw you in a dream.”

As soon as the word “dream” came out, Doha’s face hardened.

Then, his eyebrows soon furrowed deeply.

‘A dream, what nonsense is this bastard spouting?’ It was written clearly on his face.

“You’re dying. Repeatedly, in my dreams.”

He was afraid of how Doha would take it.

But he no longer had the confidence to deceive him.

It seemed better to tell the truth, whether he believed it or not, and beg to be allowed to stay by his side.

He expected to hear words like ‘don’t talk crazy’ or ‘are you in your right mind?’, but Doha said nothing.

He stared at Sana in silence for a long time, then let out a short, sharp breath.

“So? What do you want me to do about it?”

He was flustered because he hadn’t expected such a reaction.

“Let’s say I die in your dream. So what?”

‘Ah, he might be reacting this way because he just thinks it’s a dream.’

“It might be hard to believe, but my dreams are the future.”

At Sana’s answer, Doha’s eyes narrowed, as if wondering what nonsense this was now.

“Everything I see in my dreams invariably comes true. It’s the near future from the day the dream begins.”

He said, looking directly up at Doha.

No matter what Doha thought, Sana was serious.

His dreams were prophetic.

Especially prophetic dreams related to death.

It was a death sentence that had never once been wrong.

He saw Doha subtly frown.

He seemed to think Sana was mentally ill.

“It’s true!”

How could he prove his words were true?

He felt like he would burst into tears from desperation.

Doha sighed and turned his head.

It was clear he was still dumbfounded.

“Let’s say you really have such dreams.”

“It’s not ‘let’s say,’ it’s true.”

“Alright, I get it. I appeared in your dream. So you know my face. But how are you going to prove that dream becomes the future?”

Doha still didn’t believe him in the slightest.

He seemed to think Sana was just spouting nonsense.

“Prove…”

Sana bit his lips hard and sank into thought.

How could he make him believe his words?

That it wasn’t just a coincidence, that he was seeing his death in a dream…

“Ah.”

Something suddenly came to mind.

“I know what’s there. Because I saw it in a dream.”

Sana pointed a finger at Doha’s left chest.

Doha’s eyebrow furrowed as his gaze followed Sana’s fingertip.

Sana completely stood up, went and stood in front of Doha.

He extended his arm and placed his palm on Doha’s left chest.

“What’s inside here.”

Sana’s gaze went to the spot where he had placed his palm.

“It’s a jet-black wolf. A large… wolf tattoo, just the face.”

He answered quietly and raised his eyes to meet Doha’s.

There was not the slightest hesitation.

What was engraved on his chest was clearly the face of a large, black wolf.

Doha stared back at Sana, his lips set in a firm line.

Emotions vanished from his face.

He neither affirmed nor denied it.

‘A wolf? Why a wolf of all things?’

‘They say wolves mate once and stay with that mate for life. Some wolves even starve to death if their mate dies first. Isn’t that cool?’

He had said he wanted to meet someone like a wolf, love them, and be with them for life.

When he said that, he smiled so beautifully that he had hoped that wish would come true.

“It’s right, isn’t it? What’s here.”

Sana tried to confirm if his answer was correct.

Doha, who had taken a deep breath that made his chest heave, slowly exhaled and took Sana’s hand off his chest, setting it down.

“That’s right.”

There was a wolf tattoo on Doha’s left chest.

This tattoo was also Doha’s vow.

A vow to never forget.

Jungwook calling Doha ‘Brother Heukrang’ was also because of this tattoo.

He had once gone to a sauna with other guys, and the ones who saw this tattoo then naturally started calling him ‘Brother Heukrang’ afterwards.

But yesterday and today, he had never shown his bare body in front of Sana.

He had come out of the bathroom wearing only training pants after showering yesterday, but at that time, Sana was already asleep on the living room sofa.

Since he was called Heukrang, a wolf tattoo could perhaps be anticipated.

But how did Sana know the exact location of the tattoo?

It was generally assumed that tattoos would be on the forearm or back.

Even the tattoo artist had been puzzled when Doha said he wanted to get the tattoo on his left chest.

‘Really… he saw it in a dream? Are Sana’s dreams really different from ordinary people’s?’

‘You’re dying.’

Sana’s words repeated in his ears once more.

“Let’s say it’s as you say. So what?”

He asked again in a calm tone.

‘Dying.’

If Sana’s dream was true, then probably in the near future.

‘What difference does that make?’

If he had been afraid of dying, he wouldn’t have stepped into this line of work.

So, the future Sana saw had no meaning to Doha anyway.

“So, please let me stay by your side.”

The conversation was going nowhere.

To Doha, who thought it didn’t matter, Sana was saying, ‘that’s why,’ please let me stay by your side.

“What changes if I keep you by my side?”

He wasn’t angry, nor was he accusing him of being strange.

Doha’s voice was calm.

“I won’t let you die.”

Sana also answered without a second’s hesitation.

At that answer, Doha, who had been staring intently at him, let out a wry chuckle.

“Your words don’t make any sense, you know?”

Sana blinked his eyes, as if wondering what he meant.

“You say I’m dying, right? But if I keep you by my side, I live? If I live, then your dream is already wrong, isn’t it? In the end, your dream could be wrong.”

“That’s…!”

Sana tried to retort but seemed to lose his words, biting his lips hard and furrowing his brows.

Doha, who had been quietly watching him and waiting for an answer, let out a shallow sigh.

“It’s useless. Whether one lives or dies, when it comes down to it, things happen as they will.”

Doha’s life had been like that until now.

Preparing beforehand didn’t change anything.

Even when he tried to protect, there were things he lost, and even when he didn’t particularly seek to gain, there were things that fell into his hands.

Even with all the talk of prophetic dreams, he wasn’t afraid or concerned.

Perhaps it was because he had no lingering attachment to life to that extent.

“That’s not true. It can change. It can be changed.”

Sana refuted Doha’s words.

“The event itself from happening cannot be stopped. But the outcome can change. I also thought it couldn’t be changed. Because that’s how it always was until now. The accidents and deaths I saw in dreams, nothing could be changed, and I just had to watch. But it wasn’t true. It could be changed.”

He couldn’t understand whether Sana’s conclusion was that it could be changed or that it hadn’t been changed.

He was rambling so much.

“Just once, but it did change.”

Sana looked at Doha with renewed determination in his eyes.

He seemed to read unnecessary stubbornness in that gaze.

“Brother Doha… is different. He’s special.”

The word ‘special’ felt like it would make someone misunderstand.

When asked if he liked him, he equivocated or answered without confidence, yet he said ‘special’ without hesitation.

“It’s the first time someone who isn’t an acquaintance has repeatedly appeared in my dreams.”

‘Ah, special in that sense.’

“You, are you a shaman?”

He had been talking about prophetic dreams so much that Doha had just asked out of a sudden thought, but Sana stared at him, unable to even blink.

“Does it… show?”

After doing countless odd things until now, his expression was as if he was shocked that Doha had realized he was a shaman.

At that reaction, Doha truly lost his energy.

He thought he was a strange guy, but he was a shaman.

Being a shaman was equally absurd, but at least he felt like he had found one clue to Sana’s existence, which had been frustratingly shrouded in fog until now.

At the very least, he could stop suspecting that someone had sent him to monitor him.

“I was told not to show it…”

Sana mumbled, dropping his gaze, which had been directed straight at Doha, to the floor.

“Who?”

He asked again, picking up on Sana’s words, but he clammed up once more.

‘You definitely have something you want to hide too.’

“How can it be changed, then?”

Why was he asking this again?

Even as he asked, sighs accumulated internally.

It was simply that Sana was clinging so desperately that he became curious what this guy was thinking.