Video chatting with Chaeyoung 💛…

“Hey, loser.”

“Hey, Ms. Manager. That hoodie looks familiar.”

“Huh?”

“W-what? Oh crap I forgot to–wait, I meant no! No, it isn’t! It’s not yours!”

“That’s the school track hoodie from when I was a fresman, Minari.”

“Maybe this is another athlete’s. You weren’t the only runner in the school two years ago.”

“Turn around and show me the back of the hoodie, then. I mean, we all had our names printed at the back.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to. But it’s not yours.”

“You’re wearing my hoodie.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not. And stop smiling like that. You look like an idiot.”

“Whose is that, then?”

“Someone else’s.”

“Prove it.”

“No.”

“…”

“Stop smiling like that! You look dumb and I hate you.”

“God, you’re adorable.”

“Okay, fine! You left it at my place the day you left for Vienna. But I’m wearing it only because it’s comfortable.”

“Only because of that, huh?”

“Why else? Because it smells like you and it has your name on it and it feels like you’re in bed with me? You wish.”

“I never even mentioned any of those, Minari.”

“Just… shut up, loser. It’s just really fluffy and comfortable. That’s it.”

“You miss me, don’t you?”

“As if.”

“Well, I might kind of miss you.”

“Might kind of?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Come home, then.”

“Nah, I’m considering extending my stay here for another 2 weeks.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t stay there longer. Just… come back home already.”

“Why should I?”

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“I hate you.”

“Guess I’m staying here, huh?”

“Wait, don’t.”

“Don’t what again?”

“Don’t stay there.”

“Why not?”

“Uhh, it’s bad for your health.”

“Babe, how is staying here bad for my health?”

“The longer you stay there, the worst your jet lag is going to be when you get back! It’ll be harder for you to catch up with academics and stuff–hey! Stop laughing at me!”

“What does that have to do with my health?”

“It’s–umm–your brain health!”

“What in the world is a brain health?”

“Your focus and academics and stuff!”

“God, I miss you.”

“I hate you.”

“I’ll believe you when you stop stealing my clothes.”