It was already 2 p.m. when Han finally opened his eyes. His body felt heavy, and he realized he'd been sleeping on Seungmin's arm the whole time. Seungmin's voice came out soft and teasing, "Han, did you sleep well?"
Han nodded, rubbing his eyes while blindly reaching out. "Phone," he mumbled.
Seungmin grabbed it from the nightstand and placed it in his hand.
The second Han saw the time, his entire mood snapped. "Why didn't you wake me up? We missed our classes."
Seungmin didn't even flinch. "It's fine. Not like we take classes regularly."
That stung because it was true. Seungmin barely attended classes, and Han… he skipped half the semester because his father piled responsibilities on him. But still—this time he had tried.
"But this semester I really took a lot of classes," Han argued.
"Okay, I trust you." Seungmin stood up and stretched. "Now get up and get ready. I have to take you somewhere."
That immediately made Han tense. Too much had been happening lately. "Where are we going?" he asked carefully.
"A surprise, Han," Seungmin said, annoyingly casual.
Han stared at him. "Still, can you confirm that we are not going to my house or your house? I don't want to go there."
"No, we're not." Seungmin stepped closer, placing a warm hand against Han's cheek. "Do these wounds still hurt?"
Han held his gaze. "Yeah, but not more than yours."
Seungmin actually giggled at that, and Han couldn't help but smile back.
"Let's go," he said.
When they stepped out, Wooyoung was washing dishes. She turned at the sound of footsteps. Han looked exhausted, and she immediately got dramatic.
"Han, you're okay? You look tired. Do you need some medicine—like, you know…?"
Han took a slow breath. "Noona, I'm fine. Can you please stop thinking that?"
She froze, embarrassed. "Okay, I will. Sit down, I'll serve dinner."
The dining chairs were wooden and uncomfortable, and the moment she noticed, she hurried. "Han, no—don't sit there. You guys can sit on the couch. I can serve food there."
She said it with the tone of someone who assumed they had a "hard night."
Han wanted to disappear. A few days ago, being seen that way would've boosted his ego. Now it just pissed him off. The annoyance was written all over his face, and Seungmin caught it instantly.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"No I'm not—she thinks of me as a bottom."
Seungmin's lips curved. "You don't like it this way?"
Han shot back instantly, "I can top a thousands like you."
He said it to provoke him, expecting Seungmin to deny it or say something he could twist against him. But no.
"Really? Why not just me.?" Seungmin asked, completely unfazed.
Han stared at him. Where the hell did his male ego go?
"Yes, I can—but we never did it, so that's why we don't know."
Seungmin's glare was sharp enough to make Han swallow. "If you want to, you can. I'm fine if you like it this way."
Han's thoughts spiraled. What the hell? Maybe he let Jisoo do it, that's why he's fine with me doing it. And how could I forget Jisoo is the reason we never had a physical relationship?
After dinner, Seungmin dragged him to a mall. Not explained, not negotiated.
"Han, you have two hours to buy everything you need," Seungmin announced. "We're going to Jinshu Island."
Han froze. "Wait—what? Are you serious? Seungmin, just tell me you're joking."
"No, I'm not. Our flights are in four hours."
Han stared at him like he'd lost his mind. He said he was having a hard time in business, and now he wants a vacation? And even crazier—he wants to go with me.
Maybe Seungmin was close to a breakdown. Or death. Because no normal logic explained him dragging Han into this instead of going with Jisoo.
Still, Han bought clothes, accessories, a suitcase, and enough snacks to survive a small war.
At the airport, Han assumed it would just be the two of them. They were sitting and talking when—out of absolutely nowhere—Chaewon and Seokmin showed up.
Han nearly choked. He was still pissed at Seungmin, and now this?
Seungmin had the talent of ruining Han's peace every single time