Han saw him and chuckled to himself. "He's such a baby."
Inside, chaewon was pacing. Oh no, did he see me? I'm such a fool. Why did I run? I could've just stood there and made an excuse.
The doorbell rang. He froze. Why is he here? Should I open it? Should I not? The bell rang again. With a deep breath, he opened the door, crossing his arms, leaning against the frame.
"Yeah, I was in the bathroom," he lied quickly.
Han almost laughed. "I didn't ask."
Chaewon looked away. "Why are you here?"
Han raised a card in front of him.
Chaewon frowned. "What's this?"
"My apartment card," Han said. "I might be late tonight, and it'll be hard for me to wake up tomorrow. So… come wake me up."
Chaewon stared, stunned. How can he just trust me like this?
"Take it," Han urged.
When Chaewon hesitated, Han placed the card in his hand himself. "I'll take my leave now."
He walked down the hall, but after a few steps, he looked back. "Chaewon, do you want me to bring you something to eat later?"
Chaewon shook his head. "No. I'm not hungry."
"Alright," Han said softly. "Then I'll bring something of my choice."
And he left. In the elevator, his phone rang.
"Hanni, where are you?" Seungmin's voice.
"Just two minutes," Han answered in a cute tone.
Downstairs, Seungmin was waiting. When Han stepped out in a styled white suit, Seungmin's eyes softened.
"You look handsome," he said with longing.
"Thanks," Han smiled. "You look handsome too."
Seungmin opened the car door for him. As they drove, Han's mind drifted away.
"Is something worrying you?" Seungmin asked gently.
Han blinked. "What did you say?"
"I asked if something's on your mind."
Instead of answering, Han asked, "Minnie … do you like my hair? Is it my hair that makes me beautiful?"
The question surprised him. Han never spoke like this.
"No, Hanni. You're beautiful, not just because of your hair. Yes, your hair is pretty, but that's not the reason."
Han murmured, "Hmm," still unsatisfied.
Seungmin went on, "You don't need to bleach and dye it so much. It'll only make your hair weak. I remember in high school—you had simple brown hair. And you were still the most beautiful person I'd ever seen."
Han asked quietly, "So you'll love me even if I don't have hair?"
Seungmin chuckled, parking the car. He touched Han's head gently.
"I'll love you even if you don't have hair. It's not about your hair, or your face, or your body. It's you I love because it's you. I'll love you forever."