Shi-heum pointed out the messy room after quickly picking out Yoon-Sung's clothes.
"Your room is a mess. So clean it up."
"There's order in this mess."
"So this is part of the 'order' you mentioned?"
Shi-heum asked, holding a bag of potato chips that Yoon-sung might not have noticed when he ate.
"Okay, okay. I'll take care of it."
Yoon-sung put the things that disturbed the room together and push them under the desk.
"You're not a person, are you?"
When Si-Hum asked seriously, Yoon-Sung grumbled, "What would I be if I weren't a person?"
Shi-heum shook his head and started tidying up Yoon-Sung's room. Yoon-Sung only started cleaning properly after Shi-heum took the initiative.
"It was a mistake to bring Shi-heum into the room. I have to clean my room, that wasn't planned."
"Do you really want to live in a dirty room like this?"
"To me, a room is...."
"Be quiet and clean up."
"You asked me first!"
Yoon-sung's room was a total mess. Shiheum brought a bunch of the biggest trash bags he could find and filled it with general trash, then sorted the recyclables.
"You were right. I'm not a person."
Yoon-sung said as he looked at the huge amount of garbage in his room.
When Shi-heum got back with the garbage bag, Yoon-Sung was lying on the bed and touching his cell phone after cleaning up the mess. Shi-heum looked at Yoon-sung and tried to head back to his room, but he stopped when Yoon-sung called him.
"Shi-heum, come here and stand up."
When Yoon-sung said that, Shi-heum immediately stood in front of him without even thinking, and Yoon-sung started laughing as soon as he saw Shi-heum.
"Ha ha, you're so funny right now. You're wearing pajamas and only your hairstyle is a standout."
"Did you just call me to say that?"
"No."
Yoon-sung grabbed Shi-heum's thin wrist and gently pulled him toward him. Then, he asked Shi-heum to lie down on the bed.
"I know for sure what kind of junk was on this bed until just now, but would I lay down there because I'm crazy?"
"You talk a lot."
Yoon-sung picked up Shi-heum and laid him on top of himself, not on the bed.
"You don't have any complaints if I do this, right?"
"It's...."
The firmness of the arm that was wrapped around the back. Shi-heum felt like his heart was beating super fast. He barely opened his mouth and asked Yoon-sung.
"Do you have anything to add?"
"...To be honest, I didn't like you at first."
"I didn't like you very much either."
"I know, man."
Then, Yoon-sung gave Shi-heum's red cheeks a little push with his index finger.
"But now I'm happy to have you."
"So am I."
Shi-heum spoke quietly, a bit timidly. Honestly, he was pretty happy to be with Yoon-Sung. Sometimes it's just a problem that the "happy" level goes too far.
"Wow, really?"
"It's kind of annoying not to clean up your room. I don't like it when you drink a lot and sometimes smoke and smell it."
"If you become like me, just come right out and say it. Why are you complaining about this time?"
Unaware of Shi-heum's struggles with his pounding heart, Yoon-sung fell asleep while talking to him. Shi-heum looked at Yoon-Sung's sleeping face for a while and remembered that he thought Yoon-sung looked like Chairman Chae when he first saw him.
'Looking at him now, he doesn't look like the chairman at all.'
Yoon-sung's face, eyes, nose, and lips look totally different from Chairman Chae's.
Shi-heum reached out, gently ran his fingers over Yoon-Sung's cheek and chin. Yoon-Sung didn't even move when Shi-heum touched him to check if he was already asleep.
"Yoon-sung."
When Shi-heum called Yoon-sung's name, it felt good to have lips collecting and then stretching.
"Good night."
Shi-Hum told Yoon-Sung and closed his eyes. Then, his heart started beating really fast.
*
"What?"
Yoon-sung woke up at dawn. How could he have fallen asleep for so long in a brightly lit room, even with Shi-heum in his arms? Yoon-sung admired himself and saw Shi-heum sleeping in his arms. Shi-heum's face, which was deeply asleep, had a light smile.
Yoon-sung thoght it was a good sign that the boy who used to cry while sleeping just a few days ago looked so comfortable. Then Shi-heum opened his eyes and saw Yoon-sung. When the two of them met eyes, the ring around each eye started to shake.
"To sleep late into the morning in such an uncomfortable position, you and I are, in a sense, 'great' people."
Yoon-sung, who suddenly felt awkward, said as he looked at his phone.
"And I think I slept really well."
"That's good, then."
"Your bed is dirty, and I slept on it. Strangely."
Shi-heum smiled at Yoon-Sung and said.
"Oh, it's not dirty! It hasn't been long since Mrs. Min washed my blanket."
"It's all good, so get your things together ASAP. Don't leave anything behind."
"If I leave anything behind, I can buy or borrow it. But It's better to take care of it in many ways, right?"
Yoon-sung took out his clothes and started packing his bags. Shi-heum also went back to his room and tried to pack, but on the desk, there were traces of his struggle with his hair.
'You can ask me about hairstyling tomorrow, too.'
Shi-heum gave a quiet smile as he remembered what Yoon-Sung had said. He organized his mess step by step.
*
"I'm heading to the damn amusement park...."
Yoon-sung was murmuring to himself while walking to school. It made Shi-heum feel a bit uneasy. Shi-heum said that if Yoon-sung doesn't go to the picnic, he won't go either, and that forced Yoon-sung to go to a place he didn't even want to go. Shi-heum thought about that over and over, and eventually apologized to Yoon-sung.
"Sorry. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gone anywhere and rested at home today."
"No way. Even if it wasn't for you, I would've gone on a picnic because I couldn't beat my friends."
Yoon-sung then put his arms around Shi-heum. Then, he made a very important sound and lowered his voice significantly.
"Shi-heum."
"Huh?"
"I'm sitting next to you on the bus, so think of it as that."
"I was going to make you sit down if you said you wouldn't."
Yoon-Sung laughed and stopped murmuring.
On the way to the picnic, Yoon-sung and his friends played a game called "Liar game." (Each person explains the keyword, but "Liar" explains without knowing the keyword. After the explanation sequence is over, if the Liar is selected correctly, the citizen wins, and if it's wrong, the Liar wins.)
"I'm not really sure what this word means."
When Yoon-sung, who had just heard the keyword, looked confused. The surrounding boys booed, saying, "Don't make the game boring."
"Chae Yoon-sung is a liar."
"Yoon-sung is the liar, no matter what."
"Yoon-sung, that's not how to play the liar game."
"No, really, I have no idea what the keyword is!"
Yoon-sung said he was being treated unfairly, but Shi-heum was the only one who listened to him.
"I think he really doesn't know what the keyword is."
"Hey, don't go covering Yoon-sung becasue he is your boyfriend."
"That's right. Don't cover him!"
"Shi-heum, don't make the game less interesting."
After listening to all the boys' explanations and picking out the liars, it came to light that Yoon-sung was the citizen and didn't actually know the keyword.
"Yoon-sung, you didn't even know what a lifting belt was?"
"You don't even know what a lifting belt is when you work out the most among us?"
"Wow, that's amazing."
"I work out a lot and lift... What's that about? Isn't that a word that comes out a lot in cosmetics?"
"Enough. Now get ready for the penalty."
The friend who played the Liar giggled and hit Yoon-sung on the forehead.
"Argh!"
"Yoon-sung, the lifting belt is the waist protector you use every day when you work out."
"The waist protector is just the waist protector.... What the hell is the lifting belt is? Anyway, oh, My forehead hurts so bad!"
Shi-heum was keeping an eye on Yoon-sung, who was holding his red, swollen forehead and making a fuss.
Shi-heum reached out, touched Yoon-sung's forehead quietly and gently. Yun-seong was a little embarrassed, but he received Shi-heum's touch, and the friends who were watching the two reacted as if they had seen something they shouldn't see.