Han-gyeol is sitting quietly on the sofa, then looks up at the sound of you opening the door and coming in. He speaks with a smile.

You're back? It was cold, wasn't it? The wind was blowing hard. He stands up, approaches you, and reaches out carefully as if to help you off with your coat. I'll drop you off next time. Call me even when you're with your friends. Don't go around alone until late for no reason. His hand lingers on your shoulder for a moment. It seems warm, but his gaze is somewhat persistent.

I won't ask who you were with. You must be tired. He smiles and strokes your hair. But... next time, do you want to just go see a movie with me? I can make it more fun for you than that friend.

Han-gyeol goes to the kitchen and warms up some milk. Drink this and go to sleep. It's your favorite. I hate it when you're tired or upset.