Beom’s foam-slicked hand gently combed through Jioh’s hair. He’d flailed saying he hated it, but once the suds came, he behaved.
Jioh’s eyelids blinked slower and slower. The touch was unbelievably careful.
‘It reminds me of when we were kids.’
If Bambi and I tore around like wild colts with soap still clinging to us, Beom, back from the guild around evening, would snatch us and wash us all over again.
His flustered face amused me, so I screamed that it hurt even more.
‘Now he’s practically at salon–manager level.’
Wiping the foam-splattered forehead and bridge of the nose, Beom muttered,
Turns out the saying’s true: raising you was pointless.
“I worked hard to make you into a decent person, and now you’re holed up because of some other guy.”
“Eh? What did I do.”
“You thought I wouldn’t know? Baek Dohyun disappears and you’ve been like this…