KAI'S POV
Kai, already stretched out on the bed, turned his head the instant Hana stepped out of the bathroom. His bride looked impossibly soft in silk pajamas, the fabric clinging delicately to her frame, her damp hair spilling in loose waves over her shoulders. For a moment, a faint smile tugged at his lips—then he caught himself.
No. I can't. Jihoon would never forgive me. To Bambi Panda, I'll always be the older brother… never a man.
Hana's gaze flickered toward the dining table, now cleared. "You're done eating?"
"Yes," Kai replied, then noticed the glistening strands clinging to her neck. "Your hair's still damp. Want me to dry it for you?"
Her hand shot up to her head. "I knew I was forgetting something."
A soft chuckle escaped him. He guided her to sit at the edge of the bed, reaching into a drawer for a sleek wireless dryer. With practiced ease, he set it to warm, letting the gentle current chase away the moisture before switching to cool air when the heat grew too much.
Hana's lips curved faintly—until the memory struck. He had done this for her when she was little. Back then, it had been innocent, comforting. Now, the same touch made her chest tighten in a way she didn't want to name.
When her hair was dry, Kai set the dryer aside and returned with hair oil, a brush, and a band. He worked carefully, massaging the oil into her scalp, his fingers slow and deliberate, brushing through the strands before gathering them neatly into a bun.
"All done," he murmured.
"Thank you," Hana whispered, her voice softer than before.
He lingered for a moment, watching her, then leaned back slightly. "It's the least I can do." His tone gentled further. "It's late. You should rest. I'll sleep in one of the other rooms."