At night, while Hae-won slept, Baek-Hyun stared at his sleeping face. He couldn't stop staring and taking note of every little detail on his face.
From the very tiny mole which was at the edge of his right eyelid which no one could take note of, not even Hae-won, to the nice curves of his lips. Ah, his lips.
He was tempted to do something stupid but he was doing his best to control himself.
The feeling of not seeing Hae-won even for a minute was comparable to being abandoned in a barren and hot desert. Completely dry.
He had come this far just to be with him, there was no way he'd make the mistake of pushing him away with his sheer misunderstanding thoughts.
If Hae-won didn't admit it with his mouth, he would not conclude it to be so and if Hae-won denied it, he would believe it wholeheartedly. This was how much he wanted to believe and trust in him.
