「 WONHO LEE 」

“We share that closet, you know I can’t help it.” Honestly, he didn’t keep track of whose clothes was whose anymore because the both of them did share one another’s clothing every now and then. He saw how the pink shirt Ikje was wearing was a bit large for him, appearing more as a night gown rather than a shirt, and Wonho found it to be cute. Not to mention that pout made things even more cuter. When Ikje pointed out the knife, Wonho gently placed it down before a smile appeared. “That’s a good idea. The hospitals are probably already tired of seeing me there with all these injuries. Do you want me to help you with anything?”

He wasn’t even sure how many times it was now that Ikje had been taking his sweaters, though he didn’t mind Ikje taking and wearing his sweaters. Some of them had actually looked really cute on the smaller and he wasn’t complaining. “You’re taking my sweaters again? Just how many times is this now?”