𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 ; 𝙝𝙨𝙬 ✔️

077

Seungwoo POV

"I hope you don't mind that I brought you to my apartment. It's just so much closer." Hana told me.

"It's fine." I leaned my head against the seat. "Everything at my home just smells like Seul, anyway."

Hana looped her arms around my waist struggling to balanced my walking towards the elevator.

"I can walk by myself." I protested feebly as she stepped into the elevator, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're exhausted. You cried for two hours straight and passed out for only twenty minutes. We're going upstairs and you're going to get changed and fall asleep. You've got to go to work tomorrow, so make sure you sleep in tonight."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. I'm just sorry you're going through this." Hana sighed and her breath tickled my neck. "You can stay here as long as you want. I don't mind at all."

"Thanks, Hana."

I was getting ready for bed when my tears started to fell on my cheeks again. I'd just opened my duffel bag to find some pajamas and realized that I didn't have any of my own. My wife had always stolen mine. My duffel bag was packed full to the brim of my training clothes, with a few of her shirts and one pair of jeans.

Everything smelled like her and I briefly felt like dying would be easier than being in love with her.

"Seungwoo, what's wrong?" Hana came in, all flustered and concerned. Her hair was dishevelled, but she looked comfortable in her baggy sweatpants and Nike sweatshirt.

I gestured helplessly to my duffel bag. She glanced at it and immediately realized.

"Wait." She left the room and then came back with a big men's sweatshirt and handed it to me. "Take it. Don't argue; it's the only clean one I have."

I tried not to stare at her as she rummaged through her dresser for some more clothes. She threw a pair of sweatpants behind her and I caught them easily, inhaling a whiff of men's cologne.

Hana pushed me into the bathroom to change. When I came back, she'd packed up my duffel bag and set out and outfit for me to wear for tomorrow. I didn't recognize the clothes; a blue shirt, some black pants, and black loafers.

"Whose are these?" I asked, fingering the hem of the blue shirt.

Hana shrugged. "Yours, now."

"Do you have a secret lover, too?" I eyed her suspiciously.

She smiled wistfully. "Nah, Seungwoo. I don't. I got them from someone for something or other that I sponsored. I get a bunch of clothes from people and companies because I'm famous and gorgeous."

I laughed. "Alright, whatever you say."

I sat down on the bed and ran my hand over the luxurious microfleece blanket. I knew it was microfleece because I'd seen this blanket in some designer store and my wife had begged me to buy it for her. I refused, saying that winter was the only time I snuggled with her on the regular and if she could find a heat source elsewhere, I'd be left to snuggle alone.

Hana sat down next to me and pulled my head over onto her shoulder.

"She loves you, you know."

I put a finger to her lips. "Shh. I don't want to hear it."