Choi Seungmin stepped out of the hall, and Han's heart jumped.
He stood up instinctively, his body moving before his mind caught up.
The moment Seungmin saw him, his eyes widened, and he rushed over without hesitation. Noticing Han wasn't wearing anything warm, he unzipped his hoodie, pulled it off, and gently draped it over Han's shoulders.
Before Han could even react, Seungmin helped him slide his arms into the sleeves and zipped it up.
Seungmin looked at him with those smiling eyes of his.
And Han… smiled back.
But the smile didn't last long. It faded, replaced by something heavier.
"I miss Woohyun," Han said quietly.
Seungmin took both of Han's hands into his.
"Should we go visit him someday? We could take Jisoo, Seokmin, Chahyuk—even Minho."
At that, Han instantly pulled his hands away and scowled.
"Why would you say his name? Don't you remember what he did? He left us—left me. And never once looked back. I hate him."
Seungmin reached out and cupped his cheek gently.
"Hanni… you don't hate him. You're just angry. I know you. You're not someone who can hate people."
"Yaa, Choi Seungmin," Han sighed, stepping back. "How can you talk about him like it's nothing? Like he didn't do anything."
Seungmin lowered his hand.
"Okay… then we won't take anyone. Just you and me. I'll take you to see Woohyun."
Han stayed quiet, trying not to show his irritation—but Seungmin saw it anyway. He always did.
Seungmin raised a brow, pouting as he leaned close to Han's face playfully.
"Be honest—did you come here because you missed Woohyun? Or… because you missed me?"
Han felt a shiver creep up his spine and stepped back.
Seungmin grinned, closing the space between them again, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation.
"I hate when my boyfriend talks about other people. It makes me jealous."
That wiped the smirk off his face. His teasing eyes softened as he blinked, almost surprised.
He didn't say anything for a second. Then, he smiled—gently this time.
"I'll stop then. Just you and me, alright?"
Han pressed a hand against his arm, pushing him to stand straight.
"Don't you have class?"
Seungmin shrugged.
"I do. But I can skip it."
"No, don't!" Han said firmly. "If your father finds out, he'll be furious."
At the mention of his father, Seungmin's expression shifted. His smile faded, and his eyes went blank for a moment.
"I can stay… if you want me to," he said quietly.
Han shook his head.
"No. Go to class. I'll wait."
Seungmin hesitated, then nodded and walked away.
Han sat back down on the bench, his hands buried in Seungmin's hoodie sleeves. Watching him leave felt like a hollow ache. He could've stayed. He saw Han was sad… and still left.
But Han had told him to.
And now, he didn't know if he regretted it.