Wooheon shot a quick text asking his sister, Woohui, to come over.
Her reply came back almost immediately.
[OK]
‘Does she ever put her phone down? Not even a full minute.’
Still, the chance to finally meet the weasel Wooheon mentioned yesterday was enough to make Woohui say yes without hesitation.
“She says she’s on her way.”
“Ah—uh, then I’ll wash up real quick.”
Yueul awkwardly placed the card on the desk and shuffled off to gather his clothes.
Wooheon looked around the room and let out a short sigh.
The place felt bare, almost pitiful in its emptiness.
‘What was I thinking?’
He raked a hand through his hair when Yueul wasn’t looking.
The more he thought about it, the more thoughtless it felt.
“I-I’ll go wash up now.”
“Yeah.”
Wooheon sighed again, watching Yueul scurry off to the bathroom.
How was he supposed to fix this?
His father’s lectures about doing everything perfectly were nothing compared to this.
