By Zephyria 
After asking to have the door opened, he remained silent.
‘Why did he suddenly come visit? Could it be Miu… no, did he hear something from Ms. Mi-yeong? Did he realize I’m 0momo0?’
Given the circumstances, he couldn’t ignore him any longer. After all, Mi-yeong and he were family. There was a high possibility they had discussed Mo Yeon-hu.
—Hyung.
Kwon Mi-eon called him again. Mo Yeon-hu, who had been staring anxiously at the screen, concluded that it would be better to just hear him out than to tremble in fear like this.
“Alright… I get it. Come in.”
As he touched the screen to open the door, Kwon Mi-eon entered the lobby immediately, as if he had been waiting. Mo Yeon-hu walked quickly toward the elevator.
Soon, with a ding, the elevator doors opened, and Kwon Mi-eon appeared.
“Hello.”
His voice was low and sunken. Whether it was just his imagination or not, he didn’t seem to be in a very good mood.
“……Uh. Hi.”
Was something wrong? The atmosphere seemed exceptionally dark today.
‘It’s the first time I’ve seen him since he dropped me off, though.’
“What’s going on all of a sudden?”
Mo Yeon-hu asked with curiosity, but Kwon Mi-eon didn’t answer. He just looked down at the floor diagonally as if lost in thought. Just as Mo Yeon-hu was slowly approaching him— “Why do you like them?”
Kwon Mi-eon asked abruptly.
He couldn’t understand what he was talking about. Why was he suddenly asking why he liked “them”? The following question left Mo Yeon-hu even more confused.
“They don’t wash properly so they smell, their personality is foul, and they’re just not that great. Why them of all people? Why do you like them so much?”
“Kwon Mi-eon, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but that—”
“If this was going to be the case, you shouldn’t have helped me. And I was clueless.”
But Mo Yeon-hu couldn’t continue.
“It’s annoying.”
Beneath disheveled hair, a handsome face stared directly at him. Exceptionally bright eyes were fixed on Mo Yeon-hu, wavering, and his lips were a mess, as if they had been crushed by his teeth. He kept biting the parts that had burst and beaded with blood. At this rate, it looked like it would get seriously infected.
But if that were all, he wouldn’t have been this surprised.
“It’s really annoying….”
Kwon Mi-eon’s eyes were rimmed with red. Seeing that face, eyes flushed and staring steadfastly at him without once blinking, it seemed that something had gone seriously wrong.
“Is… something wrong?”
Extremely flustered, Mo Yeon-hu rushed to Kwon Mi-eon’s side. It was very strange that he had appeared out of nowhere only to say such puzzling things.
“Are you sick?”
If he was sick, why did he come to him? The question flashed briefly, but his actions came first. Without realizing it, he reached out and pressed the back of his hand against Kwon Mi-eon’s forehead. There was no fever. However, a scent brushed past the tip of his nose.
‘The smell of the outdoors….’
Kwon Mi-eon’s natural scent lingered faintly, but it was weak. He smelled entirely of the wind, showing how hurriedly he had come. Mo Yeon-hu stood there blankly for a moment before their eyes met.
In the narrowed distance, Kwon Mi-eon parted his lips slightly.
“…What’s wrong with you?”
His eyes grew even redder.
“Did you get hit somewhere? Or do you have some chronic illness? Does it hurt a lot? Hey, I can’t tell just by looking. If you’re sick, you should go to the hospital, why come to me…!”
This was the first time Mo Yeon-hu had seen Kwon Mi-eon like this. Flustered, Mo Yeon-hu fluttered about, not knowing what to do. Kwon Mi-eon watched him silently before finally speaking.
“Hyung, your heart is like a reed.”
It was a completely random statement.
“You said you’ve had about 40 unrequited loves.”
The following comment was even more so.
While he was worrying about whether he was sick, the other suddenly called his heart a reed and mentioned the number of his unrequited loves. He wondered if he was joking, but his expression was far too serious for that.
“40 times?”
“Yes. You said so, Hyung.”
Right now, Ms. Mi-yeong is the 46th unrequited love….
‘Ah, was I around the 40th mark back then?’
He didn’t remember clearly, but when he first met Kwon Mi-eon at Lee Seung-hwan’s party a few years ago, it was probably right after he had given up on his 40th unrequited love. He must have told Kwon Mi-eon about it.
But why on earth was that coming up in this situation? Puzzled, Mo Yeon-hu tried to pull his hand away from Kwon Mi-eon’s forehead.
“Love changes, right?”
That is, if he hadn’t snatched it. Kwon Mi-eon pulled Mo Yeon-hu’s wrist toward himself. Under the gaze staring intently down at him, Mo Yeon-hu tried to gauge his intention.
Looking at that serious face, Mo Yeon-hu felt he finally understood why Kwon Mi-eon looked so miserable.
‘Could it be… is he struggling with a relationship problem?’
That had to be it. He felt somewhat resentful, thinking that Kwon Mi-eon hadn’t been in touch because he was too busy focusing on his love life….
‘Wait. Why do I feel resentful?’
Mo Yeon-hu paused.
“Hyung?”
He looked up at the voice calling him. The other’s expression was solemn. It seemed he was quite distraught over a romance.
‘Does love change?’
Now he understood. Kwon Mi-eon was clearly in a situation where he suspected the attitude of someone he was seeing had changed.
“No? Love doesn’t change.”
Of course, Mo Yeon-hu’s love had changed about 45 times.
“How could love change? If you truly love someone, you’ll want only that person no matter what happens!”
Of course, looking at his own parents, such love seemed rare in the world. Swallowing those words, he spoke energetically solely to cheer on Kwon Mi-eon’s love.
“So don’t worry. Even if it seems like that person has changed, eventually they’ll come back to you—”
“It doesn’t change?”
The rambling Mo Yeon-hu froze.
I think I just felt something.
“Love doesn’t change?”
……Bloodlust?
“…It does change, doesn’t it?”
As Mo Yeon-hu instinctively and quickly changed his words, the icy expression on Kwon Mi-eon’s face melted slightly.
‘Was Kwon Mi-eon the one doing the pursuing?’
It seemed his guess had been wrong; Kwon Mi-eon wanted to hear that love does change. Noticing this, Mo Yeon-hu quickly elaborated.
“Love is, uh, naturally prone to change. It changes all the time. There are so many great people in the world, how could love be eternal?”
“Yes. Love changes. Just as Hyung said, if there’s someone more attractive, it can change at any time, right?”
“Right…? Love changes.”
“Yes. That’s right. You seem to know it well.”
As expected, this was the correct answer; Kwon Mi-eon’s ominous atmosphere subsided. The face full of bloodlust now nodded with satisfaction, as if it had never happened.
“But what happened to make you like this?”
Since he seemed to have regained his composure more than before, he asked. Until now, he had looked too serious to ask for the detailed circumstances.
Kwon Mi-eon just parted his lips, his eyes rolling as if choosing an answer.
Seeing this, Mo Yeon-hu became certain. The sudden visit, the questions about love.
“You got dumped, didn’t you?”
One hundred percent.
However, Kwon Mi-eon denied it with a straight face.
“I didn’t.”
“Then why did you suddenly come all the way here….”
“Take it back.”
“Huh?”
Then, he applied a bit of pressure to the hand holding Mo Yeon-hu. Just as he flinched at the sudden increase in grip strength, the other demanded with a serious face.
“Take back the part about being dumped.”
“……Uh, okay… I’ll take it back.”
“Yes. Good.”
His momentum was quite stubborn, so Mo Yeon-hu answered reflexively, and Kwon Mi-eon nodded with satisfaction.
But did this change anything? It was funny how Kwon Mi-eon obsessed over such useless things.
“You’re childish.”
Just as Mo Yeon-hu laughed unconsciously, their eyes met.
The pale pupils within the brilliantly open eyes held Mo Yeon-hu steadily. Mo Yeon-hu was the first to avert his gaze from the intense, unblinking stare. Watching his profile as he slightly turned his head, Kwon Mi-eon asked.
“Hyung, do you have an ideal type?”
“An ideal type?”
“Yes. Not a woman, but a person.”
Mo Yeon-hu was bewildered.
“An ideal type of person.”
What kind of unheard-of question is that….