When Han got out of the shower, Hyungwon was mesmerized by his beauty. He looked like a character straight out of a manhwa—dressed in a black shirt and matching pants, holding a coat in one hand and a towel in the other, drying his damp hair.
It was the first time Chaewon had seen him dressed like this. Normally, Han wore hoodies and loose pants, always simple and casual. Chaewon felt like he couldn't catch his breath.
Han sat at the dining table, placing his coat on the side chair and the towel beside it. Chaewon sat across from him and asked, "Are you really just going to meet the professor?"
Han nodded, then looked at him with questioning eyes. "Why are you so curious?
Chaewon asked " Don't tell me you are going to meet that British girl," he said, pouting slightly.
Chaewon studied his face, hoping for reassurance. But Han didn't answer, his narrow eyes lingering for a moment before he looked down and continued eating.
The silence made Chaewon anxious. He got up, sat beside him, shook his arm lightly, and demanded, "Answer me."
"Yes, I'm going to meet the professor," Han finally replied with a calm expression. "You're acting like a housewife."
Chaewon laughed nervously, his eyes drifting to Han's wet hair. "Are you really going to go out like this? You'll get sick."
(Han somehow knew that Chaewon liked him. But he didn't want to show him that he already know. He just thought it's good to have someone with him. And also so Seungmin get jealous and pay to him more attention that he never gets.)
"I don't have time," Han replied.
"Then let me help you," Chaewon insisted.
He brought a hair dryer and gently began drying Han's hair. Han ate slowly, scrolling through reels on his phone.
Then, unexpectedly, Han put his phone down and asked, "Chaewon, do you want to come with me?"
Chaewon's heart skipped. A wide smile spread across his face. "Can I?"
"You have ten minutes to get ready,"Han replied firmly.
Chaewon panicked. "But my hair is greasy—"
"Nine minutes," Han cut him off.
Chaewon bolted to his apartment, quickly washed his hair, dressed up, and rushed out. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Han waiting for him. Chaewon smiled mischievously, thinking, Look, I made it on time.
They went downstairs together. Han handed him the car keys, and Chaewon drove.
"Chaewon, stop if you see a flower shop," Han said suddenly.
The request made Chaewon uneasy. Why flowers? Who are they for? But he didn't question it.
When they reached the shop, Han asked, "Do you want to come inside?"
Chaewon shook his head. "You go."
Han returned with a bouquet and placed it on the back seat. They continued their drive.