Won closed the door, leaving the employee who had turned around after a brief struggle behind.
He sat on the bed and took a deep breath.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the shopping bag standing on the floor.
The bag contained clothes.
There were two sets of casual wear that he could easily put on, and judging by the tags attached to each garment, they seemed to be new clothes.
"When did he buy these again?"
He wiped his forehead with his blood-soaked face.
His mind was in chaos.
As he rubbed his forehead, his hand gradually expanded its range and covered his entire face.
It was the moment when Won, who had washed his face, wrapped his hands around the back of his neck.
He saw a small case on the shelf next to the bed.
As if possessed, he picked up the case.
The message card underneath was pulled by the case and fell to the floor.
Won picked up the message card.
Neat and monotonous letters were visible through the gap.
'Congratulations, senior.'
His breath suddenly stopped.
Won, who had put down the message card, carefully opened the case.
Inside the case was a metal watch that looked expensive at a glance.
Won had two birthdays in a year.
One was his real birthday that no one knew about, and the other was a fake birthday that even Eun-pyo knew about.
Since it was past midnight, Won's real birthday had already passed and Kwon Woo-jae knew about it too.
Won closed the case as it was.
He put the case and the message card back in their original places and lifted the shopping bag.
It was more comforting to pretend not to see anything in this situation.
He couldn't change his clothes because the training suit he was wearing was roughly washed.
Helplessly, Won changed into the clothes prepared by Woo-jae and headed straight to the hospital.
Won, who had been standing at the entrance of the emergency room for a while, grabbed a nurse who was coming out at the right moment.
"Where is the man who came with his hand torn a while ago?"
"If you go inside and walk straight, you will see him."
"Thank you."
Woo-jae was able to find him sooner than expected.
It was thanks to him spotting a hotel employee standing outside the antibacterial curtain.
Woo-jae exchanged eye contact with the employee and first asked for understanding regarding the commotion.
After sending the employee away, he pulled back the curtain and saw Woo-jae sitting on the bed, sewing his palm.
Woo-jae, who raised his head with a scary exhale, met his gaze.
"It suits you well."
"You're making a peaceful sound and falling asleep."
In the midst of this, he saw a round back of the head as he stood behind him.
"Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?"
"I'm asking seriously."
Woo-jae's gaze was fixed on his palm. Instead, the back of the head twitched.
"Are you crazy again?"
Despite asking in a serious tone, Woo-jae burst into laughter.
"When I want something, I don't hesitate to use any means necessary."
"You should have done it moderately. It's excessive."
Suddenly, Woo-jae tilted his head.
The outline of his profile became clear.
Although his eyelashes were lowered, I could tell that his pupils were facing me.
Woo-jae twisted the corner of his mouth as if sulking.
"You get hurt for a moment and act like Kim Eun-pyo."
I wanted to sigh, but instead, I took a deep breath.
"So why do you go that far?"
"Are you jealous?"
"What?"
"At this point, isn't it more surprising to not know anything anymore?"
I was speechless.
Although it was rude, I had to admit that Woo-jae's words made sense.
It was just that the difference in density that I was feeling was astonishing.
"I don't think I'm in my right mind, so please sew it up more painfully."
"Anesthesia won't help."
Despite his rough words, Woo-jae smiled calmly.
"Then, should I make holes in other places?"
"If you can, go ahead and try."
"You think I can't do it if you tell me to?"
Won stood still without any further movement, even while sniffing his nose.
He didn't want to be caught for just empty words, but there was no other way.
He was the patient after all.
I tried to estimate how much time had passed. 5 minutes? 7 minutes?
It probably wasn't that long.
After all of Kwon Woo-jae's treatment was finished, the doctor explained how to disinfect the wound.
After receiving the medicine, I was able to leave the hospital, and the way back to the hotel was as quiet as the dawn air.
I wished that the way back to the hotel would be quiet.
The events that had happened in an instant had drained all my energy, and I didn't want to waste any more energy fighting with Kwon Woo-jae.
However, whenever I secretly had that thought, Kwon Woo-jae always seemed to sense it like a ghost.
"Sunbae."
"It's noisy."
"Who are you to come find me when I told you to stay in the room?"
I didn't feel the need to answer.
I just kept walking with my mouth shut.
"Rescue."
Won's steps abruptly stopped.
His gaze looking up at Woo-jae was quite nervous.
"I warned you, don't talk back."
"What if the warning isn't enough?"
"You want to try me?"
His face twisted.
Seeing him just laugh meaningfully without any retort, I stopped my steps that had been moving forward.
"Crazy bastard."
I was annoyed.
I was annoyed at Kwon Woo-jae for pouring alcohol in that situation, and I was annoyed at myself for being surprised by his provocation.
I suddenly regretted why I had come out and wasted my emotions.
I could feel footsteps leisurely following behind me.
"Sunbae."
"Don't provoke me when I'm already annoyed.."
"Can I kiss you now?"
Won tightly shut his lips.
It was quite annoying to see him begging for a kiss like a madman since last time.
The step that hadn't even taken five steps expressed a discomforting feeling as it stopped.
I stood in place and took a deep breath.
When I exhaled my breath right away, my bangs, which were blown up by the breath, quickly fell back down.
I turned my head back.
His torn eyes scanned Woo-jae's smiling face up and down.
"You're talking nonsense."
Won calmly spoke without showing any signs of confusion.
I was certain that if I received Woo-jae's endless pushing a couple more times, I would definitely retaliate without changing my expression.
I was somewhat annoyed that I was getting used to this situation.
In the end, he couldn't hide his anger and his face contorted.
Woo-jae shrugged his shoulders as if he had expected this.
Unexpectedly, he took a big step forward.
The wary gaze followed Woo-jae's movements.
"Then, do you want to sleep in my room?"
Woo-jae, standing in front of the circle, slowly loosened his stiff neck.
Woo-jae's head turned a full circle and found its place.
"I'm saying this so you won't misunderstand, but I mean sleeping together in the same bed."
He forced himself to add the words he didn't want to hear and smiled with his eyes.
The medicine rose and his stomach boiled.
When he shot him a dissatisfied look, he raised both hands.
Woo-jae lightly waved his bandaged right hand.
"What do you think I would do? My hand is in this condition."
That was the problem.
The problem wasn't that his hand was in that condition, but that it was his right hand.
"You're left-handed."
Now he wasn't wearing anything, but he remembered that his watch always circled his right wrist.
He also always used his left hand when writing.
It felt like his trickery was progressing at an hourly rate.
Won stuck out his tongue and quickly turned his body.
"Did you know?"
Woo-jae, who easily understood his intention to avoid, stuck close behind Won.
If he wasn't a patient, he would have punched him instead of answering.
"You're more interested in me than I thought."
If he wasn't a patient, really.