* * *
A week passed after that.
It was also awkward to keep hearing “Minha-ssi” and formal speech from a hyung who was 3 years older than him, so he asked him to just speak comfortably. Seo Sihan said he understood, and from then on really did comfortably call out “Minha-ya, Minha-ya.”
Somehow it reminded him of when they first met and he told him not to call him athlete, then got hit with a critical attack when he called him Minha-ssi. It’s just being called by name, so why does it tickle so much?
But this seemed to be Seo Sihan’s problem. It was because he called out affectionately with a low, soft voice, and his face was perfect too, so it was exactly like watching a male lead in a drama.
The Seo Sihan he saw at first really looked even more like that with his half-slicked-back hairstyle and suit outfit. However, the Seo Sihan he saw at home was a different feeling.
With slightly wavy hair parted 5:5, wearing polo shirts or pajamas. His tone and actions were also incredibly slow compared to expectations. Unlike Seo Sihan who had been the perfect director in the beginning to the point where he wondered if a stand-in had come out, the Seo Sihan he saw at home was nothing but a leisurely turtle.
Jeong Minha was so curious that he once asked outright.
“When we first met, you secured the contract super quickly, but now you and that don’t match at all, hyung.”
Then Seo Sihan answered slowly again.
“Back then, if I didn’t do it quickly, I thought I might not meet you again… so I got anxious, but now you’re next to me so I’m relieved, I think that’s why. Am I… frustrating…? Then I’ll fix it…”
At Seo Sihan’s statement that he would adjust to whatever he wanted, Jeong Minha answered that he liked it now too. Anyway, at that pace was just right for him to eat all day while talking.
“And speaking of which, hyung. Really seriously…”
“Hm?”
“How do you do that celebrity-like hairstyle every morning?”
“…Me?”
Every time he went to the company, Seo Sihan neatly slicked back his hair and dressed in a suit, he really looked like a celebrity. He thought he was pretty from the first time he saw him, but definitely comparing when he had his bangs down at home versus up, down was a beauty and up was handsome.
It’s a fascinating face no matter how much you look at it, but how does he pull off hairstyles so perfectly too? When Jeong Minha asked in admiration, Seo Sihan paused for a moment. Then he smiled slightly as if embarrassed and answered.
“I saw Minha… thought it was cool so I tried it too…”
“…?”
“…”
“…I didn’t hear that properly?”
Jeong Minha asked back with a dumbfounded expression. What is he really saying? He briefly recalled what his own hair looked like.
5:5 bangs that came down to his eyes while slightly leaning to the right, sticking-up hair, hair length like a bowl cut that he roughly pushed back because going to the salon was annoying. If he put on the jersey he always wore and looked in the mirror, mm. To anyone, he was just unemployed.
“At the last Olympics, Minha’s slicked-back hair was cool… I practiced briefly back then.”
“Ah, that? I just roughly pushed it back because my hair was bothering me when shooting.”
As Seo Sihan said, back then he roughly slicked it back with hair wax worried his bangs would get in the way. …He followed that? What? Is he proving in person that the face completes it anyway?
“Actually, seeing that look then, I thought Minha liked that kind of clean style… When I went to meet you at the cafe, I deliberately did it like that. Because I wanted to look good to you…”
“…I, I see.”
When Seo Sihan used honey trap tactics (absolutely not his intention but purely Jeong Minha’s own thoughts) and dropped a sincere comment, Jeong Minha got flustered to the point his pronunciation got tangled. Ignoring his strangely pounding heart, he also honestly answered with words that came to mind.
“…Hyung is always cool, normally and now.”
“Really? Thanks… To me, Minha is cooler.”
“…”
Again it became an atmosphere that went beyond heartwarming to ticklish around the heart. Why does this atmosphere happen only when talking with this hyung?
Jeong Minha was dumbfounded but thought it was better than fighting and just brushed off his hands for no reason. Then Seo Sihan thought for a moment before adding.
“And if I slick my hair back and go like this… strangely, people at the company talk to me a bit more comfortably too.”
“Oh, really? That’s interesting.”
…At this point, to address it, Seo Sihan actually was a beauty and handsome as Jeong Minha evaluated, but he didn’t have such a kind-looking impression either.
Unlike Jeong Minha who had an overall round and blank impression except when shooting, Seo Sihan had straight-line eyes, and even unique pupils without sparkle… If he had his usual bangs slightly covering his eyes on top of this, it was quite a scary impression.
At least it gave off a beauty feeling thanks to his lips that were always slightly smiling, long eyelashes, the mole under his left lip, calm personality, etc.
Even with that face, since he always only praised him saying he was a fan to Jeong Minha, from Jeong Minha’s position, now however Seo Sihan did his hair or wore his clothes, everything looked pretty.
Seo Sihan, who had tried to match Jeong Minha’s preferences, ended up asking directly every morning at the words that everything was good. Then Jeong Minha would efficiently recommend: today half-slicked, today hair pushed back leaving a little bit? Today just down.
Because of their antics, only the company people fell into agony for no reason. So the fact that discussions unfolded to guess today’s mood from the constantly changing director’s hairstyle was a story Jeong Minha wouldn’t know even in his dreams.
* * *
A month passed.
No matter what, one would think there would be uncomfortable things about living together.
However, Seo Sihan was at the company most of the day, and even when he was home, it was so spacious that there was no particular occasion to run into each other, and they only ate meals together or occasionally went out on weekends.
In the end, the trial month naturally passed. Jeong Minha got used to living together with Seo Sihan.
He even worried if he might be made to do separate work at home, but Jeong Minha surprisingly did nothing at all.
Housework like cooking and cleaning was all done by helpers who lived on other floors. Still, to ask them to clean even his room was embarrassing at his age, so he said this room was fine without cleaning. Then it became the only dirty room in the clean house, but anyway, he was really living a luxurious life.
Since he quit his part-time job and it was vacation so there was nothing else to do, he started training life again like when he was an athlete. There was a time when his day and night were briefly reversed, but before he knew it, he started waking up precisely at 6 AM.
After waking up, he washed with sleepy eyes, changed clothes, and went out for a morning jog first. It definitely tasted better to exercise, perhaps because it was next to the Han River.
Then after coming home and washing, it was time for patience. When he finished all this, it was about 7:30, but he was hungry since he’d only had protein. But to sit first at the table set with a feast all by himself also didn’t seem polite, so he just waited quietly.
On the other hand, Seo Sihan was originally the type who didn’t eat breakfast well. He only ate a little together for a few days after bringing Jeong Minha, and after that he said it was fine for Jeong Minha to eat it all alone.
However, putting manners aside, Jeong Minha, who fell into shock at the words that he went without eating breakfast, told him not to live like that. Seo Sihan was flustered and said okay, and that’s how the situation of Jeong Minha waiting for Seo Sihan every morning came about.
On weekends, Seo Sihan woke up past 10 if possible, and on weekdays he set his alarm for 8 because of the company.
In the beginning, Jeong Minha also waited until Seo Sihan came out of his room first. However, as he gradually became more comfortable and his hunger intensified at the same time, he just went into Seo Sihan’s room and executed a morning call directly.
“Hyung, wake up.”
“…”
“…”
This also started as waking him with words in the early stages, but later he just jumped onto the bed outright. It was because Seo Sihan didn’t wake up well with words.
“I said wake up.”
“…Ugh.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Mmm…”
Unlike Jeong Minha, a proper living man who slept early and woke early, Seo Sihan worked until late at night and even lived with insomnia. It was hard to wake up early in the morning with sleep that came at dawn.
That’s why he slept more without eating breakfast, but Jeong Minha said the more that was the case, the more he needed to eat to have energy, and every morning he plopped on top of the lying Seo Sihan. Unable to bear the weight of Jeong Minha who suddenly jumped in while sleeping comfortably, Seo Sihan made an “ugh” sound and woke up.
Even like this, Seo Sihan didn’t get angry.
Jeong Minha became more and more comfortable with Seo Sihan and often played pranks, but Seo Sihan only laughed saying everything Minha did was good. Sometimes he was flustered by unexpected actions, but he didn’t get angry.
However, Jeong Minha also didn’t lose in a different sense.
Like Jeong Minha who was a shooting genius, Seo Sihan was close to a genius in terms of brains, but he absolutely couldn’t predict Jeong Minha’s actions.
…In the end, a few days later, a situation where Seo Sihan gets briefly angry for the first time ends up happening.
