Y/n POV:
My husband Taehyung went out alone again today. Of course, he held my hand and hesitated until just before he left, saying that he hoped that the time spent alone would be very boring, but that he hoped it wouldn't be that boring.
In any case, the fact that I was left alone for the first time in a long time was what was important. I sat in my study, read an interesting book, stretched out for a while, took a nap, woke up, drank a very cold cup of tea, and carefully read a paper that looked into it until it was worn out.
Then suddenly, as Taehyung said, it was bearable, but it got boring to the point where I didn't want to let it go, so I went out.
I was debating whether I should go out to the lakeside or at least ride a horse and go for a ride, and the place I ended up was Taehyung's office.
I was a little hesitant at the entrance, but since Taehyung was a strange type of person who really enjoyed having his privacy invaded, I decided to take a look.
These were the things I discovered as soon as I entered the spacious and cool interior. The picture frames were displayed very carefully and meticulously on a wide, sturdy desk made of high-quality wood.
In a brilliant frame decorated with various jewels in a gold frame, there was a painting by me from as many as a decade ago.
Next to it, I saw forsythia-colored wrapping paper and a green ribbon spread out neatly. He said he would cherish it for the rest of joy life, but I never thought he would protect it in this way. It was both a bit touching and amazing.
"What is this? Taehyung, you fool."
To take a closer look, I sat down on a very soft chair and looked at the picture frames, but occasionally I noticed strange things that made me wonder why they had been kept there.
Things like a corner of a notebook with just the part that says 'Foolish, stupid Taehyung' cut out, a long strand of golden-colored thread, and a stringy grass ring that I remember having to work hard to make one day...
Wait.
"This is hair."
The golden-colored thing curled up and fixed in the middle of the board beyond the glass was not thread, but hair. Maybe it was from my head.
I couldn't believe it, so I brought my tied up hair to the front and compared it with what was in the frame and what was on my head, but it was clear. It was my hair.
"Why did he collect this?"
A husband who collects his wife's hair and keeps it in a frame. I got goosebumps at his eccentric behavior and at the same time smelled something suspicious, so I got up and carefully looked at the cabinets that occupied three sides of the office.
Of course, none of the items on display were unusual. Dark gray fur gloves finely fitted to a crystal model of hands, a fountain pen I once loved but lost, a teaspoon that I don't remember but must have had something to do with me, a pair of earrings left, a used perfume bottle, broken heels, etc..............
A wide variety of objects were displayed as cherished as heirloom, and I was deeply puzzled.
No wonder. I wondered what a human being who enjoys a leisurely life more than anyone else was doing when he regularly went to the office and came out, but he was enjoying a secret hobby.
Still, I was worried about what if my nails or underwear were found, but fortunately, there was no such thing. I was relieved, but I was worried that I would be relieved by this natural fact. It was not normal to collect these things in the first place.
