Regardless ft Chanyeol   Twenty minutes after Park Chanyeol left our apartment, immediately I slump on the couch and fell asleep. I’ve been extra busy for the past week that weekends are the only time I can relax.   Two hours later,   I woke up and still Chanyeol hasn’t return yet.   -   “I’m scared”, he confesses as he snuggle me closer behind my back. I roll on the other side to face him and caress his cheeks.   “Why?”   “As for preparation for the comeback, they’re going to cut my hair.”   “And?”   “And I’m scared that you won’t like me after that.”   “What?” I laugh and his hair. “It’s just a haircut. How could I possibly fall out of love with you?”   “I don’t know.” He shrugs and wraps his arms around my waist tighter. “But promise me, you won’t break up me.”   “Hmm…” I look upward—avoiding his gaze as I suppress my laughter. “How about I give you my answer once I have a glimpse on your new hair?” Chanyeol gave me a fake pout. I guffaw. “I’m just kidding!”  I say and embraced him.   -   I sat on the couch and yawn. I stare blankly at the wall as I try to adjust to the light and moment. I pull out my book under my pillow and turn it to the last page I was reading earlier. After a couple of minutes, I heard Chanyeol rustling at the door. He came in with his hoodie up on his head.      “Hey you.” I say. He gave me a sad smile and flop at the couch beside me. I notice his facial expression is very unusual to the ones