HANEUL stepped out of his cabin's small bathroom and sat on the edge of his bed. He picked up his hair dryer, switched it on, and began drying his damp hair. As the warm air blew through his strands, his mind drifted back to all the events that had unfolded today.
Thinking back to Taeyang's confession made his face grow warm again. Now that he was back on the ship, the reality of what had occurred finally settled over him. He asked himself once more, did that really happen? No matter how strange his life had become, he never imagined that Jung Taeyang would confess to him one day. How could he have? That was Taeyang. The Jung Taeyang. And he was just... well, he was just Haneul.
