At the university, Chaewon was still not there.
Three days passed like that—no Chaewon, no call, no explanation.
And Han refused to text Seokmin, Jisoo, or Seungmin.
They were done. Finished. There was nothing left to say.
He lay on the pink bed, staring at the ceiling.
Chaewon must be going through something… but at least he was with Seokmin.
Seokmin was gentle. Responsible. The kind of person who actually knew how to love someone.
Not like Seungmin that stupid jerk.
Chaewon would be happier with him.
He needed someone who could take care of him.
Not someone useless… like me.
The doorbell rang.
Wooyoung knocked softly, then stepped inside.
"Han, someone came to meet you."
His chest tightened.
Who the hell would come here?
Then Seungmin walked in with flowers in his hand.
His entire face was marked—fresh cuts, bruises, old wounds still darkening his skin.
Han froze. Then everything inside him snapped.
He rushed forward, cupping Seungmin's face with both hands, brushing his thumb over a cut on his cheek.
His voice trembled.
"What happened to you? Did your father do this?"
Because as far as he knew, Seungmin's father was the threat rightnow.
But Seungmin just smiled weakly.
"No. I got in a fight with some jerks at the club."
Han's worry evaporated instantly and turned into annoyance.
Another stupid fight. Maybe for Jisoo again.
His expression hardened.
"Why did you fight?"
Seungmin paused.
"It's a private matter."
Busted.
That was enough to kill Han's sympathy.
He stepped back, jaw tight.
"Why are you here when I called you that day and you ignored me?"
He gave the flowers in his hand to Han. And said "I'm sorry, Han. I'm really sorry. Just forgive me this last time. I'll make things right."
Even his apology sounded desperate, but Han's heart wasn't bending anymore.
Han sat on the bed, exhaling slowly.
He stared at Seungmin—a person he couldn't move on from, no matter how much he wanted to.
But it didn't matter now.
"Come here," he said quietly.
Seungmin brightened, almost too quickly, and sat beside him.
Han stood, brought the first aid kit, and began cleaning the wounds.
Some were fresh. Some were clearly old.
Each one made Han's stomach twist. He couldn't see that.
When he finished with the face and arms, Han said softly,
"Take off your shirt. I need to see the rest."
Seungmin froze. The air turned awkward instantly.
Before anything could happen, Wooyoung knocked again.
"Boys, come out to eat!"
Seungmin immediately stood up.
"Han, let's go."