Following Kang Hyeongmin’s request not to get water on his hands, Woojin quickly finished showering with only one hand and came out of the bathroom with an uncomfortable feeling, scrunching his handsome forehead as he did so.

As soon as he set foot in the room, he knew Ji-hyun was there and spoke with an irritated voice.

“Make some noise or sit down.”

“You know I’m here even without making noise. How on earth do you know I’m here? You don’t make any sound as you said…”

Ignoring Ji-hyun, who repeated the same question, Woojin lightly headed to the closet. Though he wasn’t extremely thin, Woojin had improved noticeably compared to before, gaining some weight and muscle.

Staring at Woojin’s slightly more robust figure, Ji-hyun sighed lightly, deciding she should start running on the treadmill before aging caught up to her.

Of course, as soon as morning came, the resolutions and memories from the previous day flew away like ashes.

Soon, Woojin, wearing a V-neck sweater and cotton pants, appeared and sat on the desk chair.

“I usually shower when I come. Why did you already shower?”

Woojin asked, tilting his head at Ji-hyun’s words.

“When you come?”

“I’d wash you.”

Upon hearing this, Woojin’s forehead crumpled without mercy.

“What are you saying? Are you a pervert?”

“You’re the one to talk. When you weren’t feeling well, didn’t I wash you all the time? Don’t you remember?”

“…Don’t bring up the dark past.”

Although Woojin warned with an unpleasant expression, Ji-hyun didn’t stop.

“Oh, by the way, the day before yesterday, I cut your hair.”

“Right, you did. Your hands on my head… Ugh…”

While making a facial expression as if bugs were crawling all over his body, Woojin looked at Ji-hyun, who even managed to smile kindly.

“I’ll cut your hair, too. You haven’t cut it, right?”

“It’s okay. Sooyoung did it.”

“…Sooyoung?”

Though he found the touch of anything on his body terrible, Ji-hyun was strangely okay with Sooyoung touching him.

Even though Woojin knew what expression Ji-hyun was making, he pretended not to and groped the Braille book with his hands.

The corn plastic paper printed by Seol Ji-hyun was good as it posed no fear of tearing, but it was not as familiar as the paper he had touched until now, making it difficult to concentrate.

“Do you continue with that 5-minute walk these days?”

Ji-hyun asked, looking at Woojin’s expression. Then, one of Woojin’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

“Sooyoung keeps threatening me, so I have no choice but to go.”

“Sooyoung is threatening you? What is she threatening you with?”

“…That she won’t come.”

Hearing Woojin’s words, Ji-hyun almost burst into laughter, barely holding it back with her hands. Considering the uselessness of any threats so far, it was a simple yet clear threat.

She won’t come. That’s scary enough to make him go outside…

When Woojin suddenly lost his sight, he became fearful of every sensation he felt on his body.
Even when he could see, Ji-hyun didn’t like other people entering his personal space. He even disliked the common camaraderie among guys, and his colleagues, including Ji-hyun’s friends, all considered Woojin an arrogant guy.

Allowing physical contact only when playing basketball, Ji-hyun only started to understand the extent of Woojin’s fear when he unexpectedly faced stimuli in situations where he couldn’t anticipate what stimuli would come, hearing about it from the counseling teacher.

According to the counseling teacher, being in the hospital for a long time after suddenly losing sight played a role in it. Both physically and mentally, Woojin, who wasn’t in good condition, was approached and touched frequently by doctors and nurses.

“Naeun saw you only went out with Sooyoung.”

“Naeun?”

“Yeah.”

“She came again?”

“Yeah.”

Then, Woojin lowered his head with an unpleasant expression. Wondering what that expression meant, Ji-hyun bent down, observing his face.

“Woojin.”

“…”

“Naeun still seems to have feelings for you.”

“…”

“Do you feel the same?”

“What are you talking about? I never had such feelings from the beginning.”

“Then, tell Naeun clearly. So she won’t misunderstand.”

“Don’t come to our house anymore. After fighting like that last time, why did she come again?”

“She missed you.”

“Tch, this is why being too good-looking is tiring. You wouldn’t know since you haven’t experienced it, Seol Ji-hyun.”

“Yeah. I don’t know, seriously.”

When she was young, Ji-hyun always got annoyed by Woojin’s showing off. However, now, Ji-hyun, who found her younger brother’s showing off pitiful, just put up with it.

Knowing Ji-hyun’s feelings, Woojin didn’t say anything more. Everyone did the same—pitied him, felt sorry for him. So his words and actions were completely excluded from judgment.

Only Sooyoung was different. That was why he liked her.

Certainly, it was Sooyoung, but her fragrance was different. The scent of cosmetics was added on top of the usual body odor. What is it? Maybe… to look good to me?