By Zephyria 
The next morning. Haon, waking up in In-ho’s arms, opened his mouth wide in a silent “wow” before falling back asleep.
He was still half-asleep, and because he naturally assumed that everything that had happened with In-ho was a dream, he didn’t take it seriously. Since he couldn’t even open his eyes properly, his only regret was that he couldn’t look at the In-ho in his dream for longer.
And by the time he woke up for the second time, the sun was already setting.
Again, Haon woke up alone. Because he had been so sleep-deprived, his eyelids still felt heavy even after spending the entire day asleep. If he had woken up in bed, he might have slept a bit longer.
However, Haon was on the living room sofa, and specifically, cradled in In-ho’s arms. With his lower half completely exposed.
“Uh…?”
As he gradually realized this was reality and not a dream, Haon’s eyes darted around.
Now that he was sober, the events of the previous night unfolded in his mind like a movie. Even the trivial conversations they had exchanged came back to him with surprising clarity.
He didn’t forget that he had been the one to kiss the drunken In-ho first, using the excuse that it was a mistake. As that scene flashed through his mind, Haon’s pale face began to ripen into a deep red once more.
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy!
While screaming internally, he remained motionless in In-ho’s embrace. He didn’t even attempt to get up.
“…….”
Haon held his breath and watched the sleeping In-ho without moving a muscle. In-ho was sleeping so soundly—to the point where Haon’s heart would have sunk if not for the sound of his breathing, which could only be heard by straining one’s hearing.
He must have been very tired.
Recalling how In-ho had had a nosebleed, Haon simply blinked, careful not to disturb his sleep. Setting aside the embarrassment, he was secretly happy to be able to look at In-ho to his heart’s content.
But I wonder if Mr. In-ho remembers…?
Worries bloomed like fluffy clouds, pulling down the corners of Haon’s mouth. While he hoped In-ho wouldn’t remember, a part of him wished he hadn’t forgotten. He didn’t know what this feeling was.
Haon wiggled his toes slightly and bit his lip. It was because the cool air had touched the space between his legs, which were tightly entwined with In-ho’s.
He shifted only his trembling eyes to look down. In-ho had only undone his trouser buckle, but Haon’s trousers and underwear were rolled down and caught around his left knee. His right leg, liberated from the clothes, was draped over In-ho’s thigh.
Haon swallowed a sigh at his own unsightly state and glanced down again. While his own legs, sticky with dried semen, were indeed unsightly, In-ho’s lower body, clad in tight-fitting underwear, was as perfect as his face.
Moreover, it was… really big. To a somewhat serious degree.
Doubting his own eyes, Haon closed and opened his heavy eyelids before bowing his head a bit further. Even in a flaccid state, the size of the thing peeking out from the underwear was formidable.
To think that went inside me.
Imagining the night with In-ho—which was missing from his memory—made his Adam’s apple bob up and down. Swallowing hard, Haon squeezed his eyes shut, overcome by an impulse to move his body.
His insides felt hot and itchy, as if he had swallowed a small ember. Haon imagined white steam rising from the crown of his head. Along with that came a firm resolve that he must never drink again.
Alcohol tasted good, but it was too dangerous. While it had the effect of giving him courage, the fact that it led to overdrinking was a major problem.
Still… thanks to that, all his curiosities had been resolved.
Recalling the conversation he had with In-ho yesterday, the corners of his mouth twitched again. In-ho’s claim that he only dated Alphas was not true. It was simply something he said to put Haon at ease.
Not that he was expecting anything. Haon made frantic excuses to himself as he gazed at the peacefully sleeping In-ho. Even though no one was watching or saying anything, he checked for others’ reactions, unable to even let his imagination run wild.
‘I have a lot of money, but I have just as many flaws.’
And then, In-ho’s alcohol-soaked voice brushed past his ears and vanished.
‘I’m a useless person.’
The memory of In-ho staring blankly into the air while saying those words caused Haon’s smile to fade.
Why would he say something like that?
He sank into thought while staring intently at the deeply sleeping face. An emotion that hadn’t been there before was added to the look in Haon’s eyes as he watched In-ho.
Even if it was just a drunken habit, words that come out of the mouth must have come from the heart.
Surely he doesn’t actually think that. Haon found it baffling that In-ho, who looked perfect no matter how he saw him, would say such a thing. He wondered if he had mistaken something he himself had said while drunk for something In-ho had said.
But if, by any chance, he truly felt that way…
I want to tell him that it’s absolutely not true. Hundreds, thousands of times over.
Slowly reaching out, Haon lightly caressed In-ho’s cheek. The eyes-closed In-ho still didn’t budge.
Following the soft cheek, Haon touched his long eyelashes and high bridge of the nose. In truth, he had wanted to touch them for a long time.
Having gained courage, the pale white hand moved slowly but diligently. The timid fingertips that had been stroking the bridge of his nose touched the dip of the philtrum and the smooth, wrinkle-free lips.
Admiring the touch that was as soft as they looked, he gently pressed the curved corners of the mouth. It felt surreal that his own tongue had been inside these lips.
Soon, as the sensation of delving into every corner of the mouth came back to him, his body instinctively tensed.
So that’s what kissing is like.
Haon wiggled his toes as he retraced the previous night with In-ho, which had been devoid of pain or discomfort. For some reason, he wanted to laugh out loud. He felt like stretching his long arms and legs in a great yawn.
I can’t stay like this. I should get up.
Pushing a breath into his tingling chest, he carefully raised his body.
He intended to cover In-ho, who showed no sign of waking, with a blanket. Since he looked tired, Haon wanted him to sleep as much as possible.
“Uh…”
As Haon stood up, his buttocks landed back on the plush sofa with a soft poof. Leaning backward in surprise, Haon looked down at In-ho, who had grabbed his wrist.
“Are… are you awake?”
Since when had he been awake? Haon, who had been secretly touching In-ho’s face, swallowed hard with the expression of a criminal.
“…….”
He waited anxiously for In-ho’s reaction, but no answer came.
In-ho simply stared intently at Haon, slumped on the sofa without a word. The grip on Haon’s wrist wasn’t particularly strong.
“Please sleep more…”
Watching In-ho, who seemed half-asleep, Haon whispered cautiously.
In-ho’s eyelids, fluttering as if they might close, were moving up and down very slowly. He could just close them.
Haon looked at In-ho, who was forcing his eyes open, with curiosity and turned toward him.
“I’ll get you a blanket.”
When Haon applied a slight force to pull his wrist away, In-ho’s sliding hand grabbed the hem of Haon’s clothes. His slowly blinking eyes were intoxicated by sleep. Or perhaps he wasn’t fully sober yet.
Haon gazed curiously at In-ho’s dazed appearance and then stared quietly at his own arm held by the man.
After some time had passed, Haon, with a calm expression, adjusted his posture and moved closer to In-ho. At the same time, he placed his hand on In-ho’s chest.
“I’ll stay by your side. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here.”
Hoping In-ho would fall back into a peaceful sleep, he patted his chest until In-ho closed his eyes. Then, while tightly clutching Haon’s sleeve, In-ho slowly closed his eyes. Even after falling into a deep sleep, he did not let go of Haon’s arm.
* * *
Even after the night deepened, only the quiet sound of sleeping breaths echoed in the living room.
As if trying to make up for the deep sleep he hadn’t achieved in a long time, In-ho spent a full day sleeping. Haon, who had been held by him again, also dozed off and fell fast asleep.
Haon had always slept a lot. Unlike In-ho, who was sensitive about his sleeping environment, Haon slept so deeply that he wouldn’t notice if someone carried him away.
Around midnight, In-ho finally opened his eyes and rubbed his forehead out of habit. Anticipating the headache that usually came in the morning, he touched his head and then tilted it in confusion.
Haon was fast asleep, hugging him tightly. Not in a bed, but on the sofa.
Slowly chewing over the events of the previous night, he let out a small chuckle. Because he had been much more drunk than he appeared, his memories were faint, but they surfaced here and there.
In-ho’s eyes curved as he looked fondly at Haon, who was clutching him like a pillow. He didn’t feel as though he had slept for that long, yet his body felt miraculously light.
“Haon-ssi.”
He called Haon’s name softly, barely moving his lips. Just as Haon had, In-ho seemed to have no intention of waking the peacefully sleeping face.
After watching Haon for a long while, he carefully disentangled the arm wrapped around his shoulder and stood up. Worried that Haon might catch a cold since he had slept without a blanket, he moved him to the bedroom.
Naturally looking down at Haon’s legs, In-ho’s head tilted again. Haon’s trousers were neatly fastened up to the buckle. Now that he looked, his own trousers were also zipped up.
He remembered taking off the clothes, but he had no memory of putting them back on.
Tilted in confusion, In-ho carefully laid Haon on the bed. He watched Haon for a long time again, amused by the way he made soft, rhythmic breathing sounds with his mouth slightly open.
Seeing the peacefully sleeping Haon, In-ho’s own eyelids began to feel heavy again. So, he lay down close beside Haon and closed his eyes with a peaceful mind.
After that, he didn’t wake up once until the sun rose. It was the first time he had enjoyed such a long, deep sleep without the help of alcohol or medication.
56 – 56.
Clutching a fluffy pillow instead of a large body, Haon looked around with a half-asleep face. He called out for In-ho in a slurred voice, then widened his eyes as he saw the bright light outside the window.
Just how long had he slept?
When he had been lying on the sofa with In-ho, the sun was nearly setting, but now it was high in the sky. He knew he tended to sleep a lot, but he hadn’t realized he could sleep for this long.
“I’m not a sloth…”
Regretting the time wasted on sleep, he quickly got out of bed. He felt he needed to shower first and headed toward the bathroom, but stopped abruptly.
Wait… were these his pants?
Haon wasn’t wearing the new pants he had bought the other day, but the comfortable training pants he usually wore at home. They were a sturdy pair with great elasticity that he had worn for over three years.
He had no memory of changing clothes before sleeping. With a blank expression, Haon looked back and forth between his pants and the bed.
Come to think of it, how did he even get into the room?
“Did I walk here…?”
No matter how much he thought about it, his last memory was falling asleep on the sofa with In-ho. That meant In-ho had moved him to the bed. And changed his pants, too.
“Oh!”
As Haon slapped a hand over his chest, he realized his top had been changed as well. Both the top and bottom were the clothes Haon always wore to sleep.
“Ah…”
Furthermore, he wasn’t wearing any underwear at all.
“I didn’t touch your underwear.”
In-ho’s voice drifted from behind Haon, who was standing there with a stunned expression.
He was leaning against the wide-open bedroom door, watching Haon. He had clearly knocked, but the sound hadn’t reached Haon, who was lost in thought.
“I didn’t know where they were, and I thought you’d be uncomfortable if I took them out recklessly.”
In-ho wore an innocent smile, explaining that he had only changed the clothes. It was the kind of smile that could earn forgiveness even if he had committed another crime.
“Th-thank you.”
Haon bowed his head deeply, unable to meet his eyes. They had already done everything there was to do, but Haon was so embarrassed that just the thought of In-ho seeing his underwear made his face flush.
“When did you wake up…?”
“This morning. Do you realize we slept quite a lot?”
In-ho spoke with an even brighter smile, crossing his arms. He looked as if he were sharing a funny story.
“I thought it was Tuesday, but it turned out to be Wednesday. I wondered if I had the date wrong.”
Haon simply smiled back, trying to cool his reddened cheeks. He wanted to chime in, but the words wouldn’t come out easily.
“If you’re still tired, do you want to sleep a bit more?”
“No, I’m wide awake.”
In-ho observed Haon, who had become even more taciturn, and prepared to leave the room. He wanted to talk more, but it seemed Haon was uncomfortable right now.
“I’ll be in the living room. Call me if you need anything.”
Just as In-ho was about to close the door, Haon hurried after him and looked up. His lips fluttered as if he had something to say, and he started to scratch his cheek.
“Haon, you need to put a new bandage on.”
In-ho caught Haon’s wrist before he could touch his cheek and lightly tapped the bandage that had lost its adhesive.
“Just use ointment when you’re at home.”
He wanted to peel off the bandage himself, but he resisted. For some reason, he felt he shouldn’t increase the physical contact with Haon right now. He just had that feeling.
“Yesterday…”
After a moment of hesitation, Haon spoke, his cheeks turning pink. Seeing his face flush so prettily, as if he were wearing makeup, In-ho’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
I want to touch it. Suppressing that impulse, In-ho simply replied, “Yes.”
“No, the day before yesterday… I’m sorry.”
Correcting himself, Haon mumbled and looked down. It was too embarrassing a topic to discuss while looking In-ho in the eye.
“For what?”
While Haon hesitated over his next words, In-ho spoke first. He wore an expression of genuine confusion.
“Is there anything for you to apologize for?”
Hearing the murmured voice, Haon’s gaze returned to In-ho. His round eyes were filled with a sense of ‘Could it be?’
“Do you… not remember…?”
Haon was incredibly tense, not knowing what the answer would be. Seeing In-ho acting as usual, it seemed he didn’t remember at all.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
In-ho rubbed the back of his neck and turned his head aside.
He really doesn’t remember. Then again, he was very drunk, so it wasn’t unreasonable for him to forget.
Haon pressed his fingertips together, recalling how quickly In-ho had been emptying his glasses.
“If it’s something that makes you uncomfortable, just forget about it,” In-ho said in a calm voice, looking back down at Haon. “Everyone makes mistakes when they drink.”
In-ho gave a thin smile and took a step back to leave. Haon watched In-ho’s retreating back and suddenly grabbed his arm.
“I… I kissed you…”
To In-ho. I was too drunk, so I just… He added the words haltingly in a trembling voice. He had brought up something that could have simply been buried and forgotten.
He didn’t know why. He just felt an impulse to say it.
“That’s not right.”
In-ho turned back toward Haon and lowered his head. A smile returned to his lips as he whispered calmly.
“You only touched my lips; I was the one who kissed you.”
Haon gasped, freezing at the voice whispering in his ear. He… he did remember.
“It was a mistake, so don’t regret it.”
In-ho took in the dazed Haon and left for the living room with a gentle smile. He left one final reminder to make sure to apply the ointment, fearing Ha own might forget.
“…Yes.”
Haon stared blankly at In-ho’s back as he sat on the sofa, then slowly moved his feet.
Following In-ho’s advice, he peeled off the bandage and applied the ointment first. Then, glancing tentatively at the closed door, he went into the bathroom and took off his clothes. As he removed the clothes In-ho had personally dressed him in, a small spark inside him suddenly grew in presence.
Haon hurriedly stepped into the shower booth and turned on the cold water. He felt he needed to cool down his body, which kept getting hotter. However, because the water was too cold, he flailed like a fish while adjusting the temperature, eventually washing himself with lukewarm water.
His movements were frantic, but his expression looked relatively peaceful. Haon felt a deep sense of relief. He was reassured that In-ho, who remembered everything, didn’t seem displeased.
“Thank goodness…”
A red flower bloomed again on the face of the softly whispering man.
* * *
In-ho, who had been watching TV, turned around at the sound of Haon’s footsteps.
Having finished his shower, Haon’s thin hair was only slightly damp at the ends, as if he had dried it with a hairdryer. Moreover, his left cheek, where the bandage had been removed, was glossy with a generous amount of ointment. He had carried out everything In-ho told him without forgetting.
After locking eyes with In-ho, who was wearing a pleased smile, Haon gave a slight bow and walked briskly toward the entrance hallway. Seeing this, In-ho put down the remote and stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“Oh, I’m going to clean.”
Haon opened the cleaning supply closet to catch up on the overdue housework. Just how many days had he been idling? It was almost embarrassing to receive a salary from In-ho.
“The cleaner came by this morning.”
“What?”
Haon’s eyes widened as he pulled out the vacuum cleaner. Why, when there was someone specifically in charge of cleaning this house?
“I thought you might still be struggling. How are you going to work when you can’t even eat properly?”
“No, but still… I can do the cleaning…”
“Do it starting next week. Rest until tomorrow.”
In-ho took the vacuum cleaner away and put it back in its place. Fearing that Haon would look for more work if left alone, he grabbed his shoulder and led him to the sofa.
“If you’re not sleepy, do you want to watch a movie? I’ve picked out a few interesting ones.”
Of course, he loved the idea of watching a movie with him, but he couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Having lived every day working since coming to Seoul, Haon found it hard to adapt to such a leisurely daily life. He felt he needed to do something to be at peace.
“In-ho.”
Before sitting on the sofa, Haon turned back toward In-ho and grabbed his arm.
“Have you eaten?”
There was no smell of food in the house. Recalling the few pieces of fruit and chicken breast In-ho had eaten the day before yesterday, Haon asked seriously.
“What did you eat today?”
Surely he didn’t fill his stomach with things like that again.
It wasn’t Haon’s place to say, but fruit wasn’t a hearty meal for a healthy adult male. In-ho, who was taller and broader than Seong-gu, needed to eat much more than he did. Since his body was large, his energy consumption would be faster.
“I just ate whatever was at home…”
Perhaps slightly surprised by the sudden question, In-ho’s voice trailed off ambiguously.
In truth, the only thing he had put in his mouth was sparkling water. After having dinner with Haon, he couldn’t think of anything suitable to eat alone, so he just drank water.
“What exactly was at home?”
Unlike usual, Haon pressed him persistently. In-ho’s eyes softened at this fresh side of him.
“I ate this and that. Are you hungry, Haon? Should I make you something?”
In-ho looked at Haon with eyes full of laughter and pointed toward the kitchen. He had intentionally not asked because he thought Haon still couldn’t eat solid food.
“Rice porridge is okay, right? Do you want to try some sweet potato porridge?”
“No, I’ll make something for you today.”
Shaking his head, Haon gently pushed In-ho toward the sofa and ran to the kitchen alone. When In-ho tried to follow, Haon waved him off.
“Don’t come; just stay and rest.”
Taken aback by Haon’s uncharacteristically firm attitude, In-ho stood before the sofa, unable to move. Then, as Haon told him to sit, he sank onto the sofa as if possessed.
57 – 57.
“Please eat well. Winter is coming, so you need to eat hearty meals to stay healthy.”
Haon said to In-ho. Of all people, Haon was saying this to In-ho.
Sitting at the table, In-ho omitted the words that came to mind and simply nodded with a smile. He also suppressed the laughter that threatened to burst out as he looked at the food laid out on the table.
“You’re a good cook, Haon.”
Rubbing the corner of his mouth, he spoke with a look of surprise. It was a mix of a joke and sincerity.
“I’m not. I only made simple things…”
“This is plenty good. There are many people who can’t even make simple dishes.”
As soon as In-ho took a sip of the soup, he marveled at how delicious it was.
At In-ho’s continuous praise, Haon couldn’t hide his smile, though he felt shy. He knew his skills weren’t worthy of such praise, so he felt flustered that In-ho kept saying it was delicious.
It seemed like he had made a lot, but looking closely, the dishes were all very similar. Egg fried rice, egg soup, and rolled omelets with finely chopped green onions and carrots. If it weren’t for the eggs, the table would have been very empty.
Haon sat opposite In-ho, who was eating heartily, and quietly drank only water. He found In-ho’s neat way of eating—hardly making any chewing sounds—so pleasant that he found himself staring blankly again.
Accustomed to that gaze, In-ho focused only on the food so that Haon could look at him comfortably.
The food Haon had prepared tasted like the person who made it. Even the texture felt similar. It was moderately warm and so soft that it was almost a shame how easily it broke apart. It was a very interesting taste.
Gurgle.
The moment In-ho picked up a fluffy piece of rolled omelet, a sound that didn’t often occur echoed from Haon’s stomach.
At the same time, In-ho stopped his chopsticks and looked at Haon. Had it been anyone else’s stomach, he would have pretended not to hear it, but because it came from Haon, he couldn’t ignore it.
“Are you hungry, Haon?”
In-ho asked, observing Haon’s expression.
Haon froze for a moment, his hand resting on his stomach. Despite it being a common sound in daily life, his expression was quite panicked.
“Haon.”
Seeing the stunned look on his face—which would make anyone who didn’t know the situation laugh—In-ho put down his chopsticks and called him. Then, he approached Haon and placed his hand over Haon’s white hand to calm him down.
“Even if you’re used to starving, it’s only natural to be hungry if you don’t eat for a long time.”
Continuing in a calm voice, he guided Haon to put down the water glass he was gripping tightly. Haon had been squeezing the glass so hard he wasn’t even aware of it.
“Even if heat symptoms appear, I’m here with you.”
In-ho smiled with a relaxed expression, as if there were no problem at all. As if there was nothing to worry about as long as he was with him.
Looking at In-ho, Haon felt a deep sense of relief. The infinitely kind words and smile instantly put his tense heart at ease.
“Do you want some thin rice porridge? Or I can make a thicker porridge quickly.”
At In-ho’s question, Haon gently shook his head and gestured toward the food he had made.
“I’ll eat this.”
“Will you be okay?”
When Haon nodded again, In-ho smiled brightly and returned to his seat. Then, very naturally, he placed a small piece of rolled omelet into Haon’s mouth.
Haon tried to say he would eat it himself, but he ended up just chewing and swallowing the food In-ho fed him bit by bit. As if it were his natural role, In-ho waited for Haon to swallow before filling his mouth again.
“Eat slowly.”
“Yes…”
Haon couldn’t bring himself to refuse this series of actions. Along with his stomach filling up, he felt as if something else was being filled within him.
Unlike what In-ho had marveled at, the taste of the food wasn’t special at all. In fact, it was on the poorly-made side.
Some parts were too salty, and others were bland. Because he had been in such a rush to make it, he hadn’t even seasoned it properly.
Nevertheless, In-ho told him it was delicious.
After chewing the soft rolled omelet for a while, Haon scratched his chest, which felt perfectly fine. He just liked it too much.
His feelings for In-ho continued to grow uncontrollably today. It was a problem that he felt he might like him even more tomorrow.
Click—.
After pressing the button on the dishwasher, In-ho smiled at Haon, who was following him around like a shadow.
“You could have just stayed seated.”
“No, this is something I should be doing.”
Haon, who had been forbidden from doing the dishes, looked distressed. He had said he would clean up, but In-ho wouldn’t let him touch a single dish.
“Since you cooked for me, I should be the one to clean up.”
But it’s my job… Haon muttered timidly and continued to follow In-ho until he finished tidying the kitchen. Finding his appearance like a baby duck amusing, In-ho didn’t stop him further.
“Shall we watch a movie?”
After tidying his rolled-up sleeves, In-ho faced Haon. Haon nodded quickly and answered “Yes!” immediately. Anything was fine as long as he could be with In-ho.
With his eyes curved into a soft smile, In-ho started to lead Haon toward the living room but stopped for a moment. His gaze turned toward the window where the sunlight was streaming in.
After days of gloomy weather, the sky was finally clear. It was the kind of weather that could make one feel better just by staring at the sky.
“Haon.”
As if he had a good idea, he called Haon, the corners of his mouth curling up softly. Since he had eaten a hearty meal, he thought it would be better for Haon’s health to move around a bit.
“Have you ever been to the Han River?”
* * *
Returning to his room, Haon immediately took off his clothes to change into outing wear. The thought of going to the Han River Park, a place he had only heard about, made his hands and feet move faster.
“What should I wear…?”
He considered wearing the clothes In-ho had bought him, but he chose the comfortable clothes he usually wore. No matter how much of an outing with In-ho it was, he couldn’t wear such expensive clothes to go exercise.
A smile didn’t leave his face as he put on stretchy elastic pants and a sweatshirt with a collar that wasn’t too stretched out. Humming and tilting his head from side to side, he looked like a young child excited for their first picnic.
“Han River— Han River—”
He hummed along, adding lyrics to the tune that naturally flowed out.
Today marked his third outing with In-ho. He felt even more excited going to a park than going to a department store. In the first place, Haon preferred lush nature far more than stores filled with flashy items.
“Haon, can I come in?”
Just then, In-ho knocked on Haon’s door. Haon answered “Yes!” and ran toward the door. He had been about to leave anyway.
“Wow…”
A short exclamation escaped Haon’s lips as he flung the door open. Looking at his dazed expression, it seemed he wasn’t even aware he was making such a sound.
“Are you all ready?”
Because he was so busy taking in In-ho’s appearance, the question didn’t even reach his ears. He simply stood there with his mouth slightly agape, scanning In-ho from head to toe.
He wasn’t wearing anything extraordinary, so In-ho wondered why he was so impressed. Normally, he would have welcomed Haon’s gaze with familiarity, but to the current In-ho, it was a bit puzzling.
He was wearing a black windbreaker and shorts that he often wore for outdoor running. In In-ho’s eyes, it was a completely ordinary outfit.
“Do you want to wear something like this too, Haon?”
He asked, wondering if Haon wanted clothes with this kind of vibe. Since he often bought athletic wear, he had some that still had the tags on.
“Since it’s for exercising, it’ll be okay even if it’s a bit big.”
“No, I… I just thought you looked cool. You look like someone in a commercial…”
Haon waved his hand in denial, but he couldn’t take his eyes off In-ho. If he usually looked like someone in a coffee CF, right now he looked like a model in a famous sports brand advertisement. Naturally, he was cool either way.
“A windbreaker will be comfortable. You can take it off if it’s hot, and it’s light, so it’s good for running.”
In-ho pointed to his own clothes and said he had many similar ones. Therefore, he could give him as many as he wanted.
It’s not because the clothes are cool that I’m staring.
Swallowing his inner thoughts, Haon shook his head ambiguously and looked at In-ho’s clothes. In that moment, an image of himself running in clothes similar to In-ho’s flashed through his mind.
“If you lend them to me… I’ll wash them cleanly and give them back.”
“You don’t have to give them back.”
In-ho answered with a joyful smile. Even though he was the one giving, he looked happier than the person receiving.
“Instead, you buy me a meal next time. Does that sound fair?”
Haon nodded vigorously, agreeing. Seeing this, the corners of In-ho’s mouth curved even more beautifully.
“I’ll go get the clothes, so wait just a moment.”
Before heading up to his room, In-ho stopped abruptly and turned back. He had come with a purpose, but he had almost forgotten.
“Haon, give me your hand.”