When Yoon-sung was wandering in his room for a while, Shi-heum showed up.
"It's my first time, too."
"What?"
"Just as I'm your first kiss, you're my first kiss!"
Why'd Si-Hum show up out of nowhere and drop this on Yoon-sung? Yoon-sung looked at Shi-heum's red cheeks and wiggling fingers.
"You look pretty nervous right now. What's wrong with you?"
When Yoon-sung said that, Shi-heum hurried to the bathroom. He grabbed his chest and started breathing heavily. Then, he accidentally put his finger on his lips.
He kissed Yoon-sung.
Did Shi-heum do something dumb in the karaoke room earlier?
Shi-heum stood in front of the sink and a big mirror. He saw himself in the mirror. He looked nervous, just like Yoon-sung said.
'What's the matter with me?'
Shi-heum kept touching his lips even while he was thinking about it. When Shi-heum looked into the mirror, Yoon-Sung appeared and asked him.
"Why are you touching your lips?"
When Shi-heum heard a low, thick voice, he shuddered and was surprised.
"There wasn't a particular reason for touching my lips."
Yoon-Sung made a hmmm sound and nodded.
"I need to take a shower. Can you look in the mirror somewhere else?"
"I have to take a shower too.... But you use the bathroom first."
After giving up the bathroom to Yoon-sung, Shi-heum tried to go elsewhere. At that time, Yoon-sung's strong arms were wrapped around Shi-heum's waist, stopping him from moving forward.
"...Why?"
"The bathroom is spacious. You wash with me, right?"
Yoon-sung asked Shi-heum in a low voice. Shi-heum couldn't calm down because of Yoon-sung, so there was no way he could wash with Yoon-sung.
"Just wash yourself first."
"Why? Aren't you confident about your body shape?"
Yoon-sung's voice was playful when he asked.
"Why are you making such a joke?"
"If you don't have a problem with your body shape, let's wash together."
When Yoon-sung suggested, Shi-heum hesitated about what to do.
"You don't feel like wash with me? Anyway I'm taking my clothes off because there's no reason to waste my time here."
"Wait a minute...."
Yoon-sung took off his clothes super fast, no matter what Shi-heum said. Shi-heum gave Yoon-sung a gaze that was a little odd, and when he realized that he was doing something weird again, he started to undress.
In this case, it might be better for Shi-heum to just wash up with Yoon-sung. If he avoid Yoon-sung, Yoon-sung might notice something's off about Shi-heum.
"Hey, it's cold. Don't stand there, just shut the door and come in."
When Yoon-sung told Shi-heum to enter the bathroom, Shi-heum hurried into the bathroom and closed the door.
"You take the shower first."
Shi-heum went into the shower booth and took a long shower. Meanwhile, Yoon-sung played some hip-hop on his phone (it's usually his jam) and got water in the bathtub while riding the fiddle rhythm.
"Hmm, hmm, hmmm."
Shi-heum even took a closer look at Yoon-Sung's behavior while he was showering. Shi-heum looked at Yoon-Sung, and Yoon-Sung looked right back. But every time, something weird happened inside Shi-heum.
"You take a long time to shower. High five anyway."
Yoon-sung said, holding up his right hand and trying to high-five Shi-heum, who came out of the shower booth.
"Why're you giving me a high five?"
"Since your turn is finished and it's my turn."
"That's ridiculous...."
Si-Hum tried to argue with Yoon-Sung about something, but he soon gave up and high-fived him. There was a cheerful sound in the bathroom. Yoon-Sung went into the shower booth and Shi-heum went into the bathtub.
Right after Yoon-sung finished his quick shower, he went over to Shi-heum, who was sitting in a big bathtub by himself. Yoon-sung slightly frowned and asked Shi-heum when Shi-heum, who was surprised, fell far away from him.
"Do you hate me that much?"
"No, it's too... It's too close."
"Do you feel bad when I'm too close for you?"
"No, that's...."
"You don't have to tell me. I already know. You like me."
Yoon-sung spoke calmly and sat near Shi-heum. Shi-heum knew that Yoon-sung's "You like me." wasn't what Shi-heum thought it meant, but somehow it was constantly accepted in a different sense.
"I, I, I, I don't like you."
"Does a person who doesn't like me decide whether to go on a picnic or not according to my decision? And you weren't being serious, but if you don't like me, you wouldn't have kissed me."
"...Still, I don't like you."
"You make me quite disappointed. Come on, be real. What do you think of me?"
Shi-heum was confused by Yoon-sung's sudden question and couldn't even speak properly.
"Wh, What about you? What do YOU think of ME?"
"Honestly, I'm kind of enjoying our interactions."
"I...."
Shi-heum looked at the calm bath water and hesitated to answer, then suddenly got out of the bath. Yoon-Sung followed Shi-heum and put a towel over his head.
"Just be careful not to slip in a hurry. I'll warm up a little more in the bathtub, so don't wait too long."
Yoon-sung said so and kindly saw off Shi-heum leaving the bathroom.
'It's a lie that I don't like you.'
Looking at the tightly closed bathroom door, Shi-heum thought.
*
On Thursday night before the picnic, Shi-heum watched a video about hairstyling methods that give him a natural look. He learned some theory and touched his hair himself, but the result was completely different from the video.
'What the hell is this?'
Is the video the problem here, or is it Si-heum's poor skill? When Shi-heum was feeling down about his ruined hair, Yoon-sung, who was picking out what to wear the next day, suddenly opened the door to Shi-heum's room and came to see him.
"Hey, Si-heum... Haha!"
Yoon-sung couldn't stop laughing when he saw Shi-heum's hair.
"What's wrong with your hair? Which salon did you go to? Hahaha! I should sue that salon."
"I didn't go to the hair salon. I just made a mistake doing my hair on my own. So stop laughing."
"Anyway, you wash your hair and come back to me."
Shi-heum stopped for a second when he heard Yoon-Sung say that, and then he went to the bathroom to wash his hair. Then, when he tried to dry his hair, Yoon-Sung, who appeared out of nowhere, stopped Shi-heum.
"I'll take care of your hair. The start of hairstyling is drying your hair properly."
So, after watching the video one time, Yoon-Sung asked Shi-heum if that was the hairstyle he was thinking of getting. When Shi-heum, who was awkward, nodded with redness, Yoon-Sung said, "Okay," and then carefully dried Shi-heum's hair.
"It's done. How similar did it come out?"
Shi-heum stood in front of the mirror and saw that he got a hairstyle like the one from the video. Shi-heum looked at Yoon-sung with his eyes wide open, and Yoon-sung looked pretty proud and smiled.
"By the way, why were you touching your hair? Because you're going on a picnic tomorrow?"
"...Yes."
"You acted like you weren't, but you were clearly excited about the picnic."
"You told me...."
"What did I say to you?"
"You told me my style wasn't good."
"Hahaha, did that bother you that much?"
Yoon-sung laughed louder than when he first saw Shi-heum's ruined hair. Shi-heum felt so embarrassed that he had never felt in his life with Yoon-sung in front of him.
"But it's okay. I can't style my hair properly with my own hands anyway...."
"You can ask me about hairstyling tomorrow, too."
"...Huh?"
"I came to tell you to pick out my clothes anyway. Hey, come to my room."
Yoon-sung spoke cheerfully and took Shi-heum's hand, leading him to his room. Shi-heum was very concerned about the hand held by Yoon-Sung.