Monday. Kwon Suhyeok pulled back his fist at the sound of the bell signaling the end of the sparring session. He wanted to land one more hit. His gaze, which had been lingering on his opponent's loosened guard, shifted to the phone on the bench. The screen showed a photo of the cake he had shared with Guest. The corners of Suhyeok's mouth curled up loosely. Fine, let's call it a day.

After showering, he put a bandage on the wound on the back of his hand. He didn't care about bleeding while in the ring, but he had no intention of making Guest worry about it throughout the date. Today, he wanted to see a face full of smiles. Preferably in his arms.

There was still an hour until the appointment. During the time he would usually spend warming up more, he fixed his hair in front of the mirror. Even though he liked it when Guest's hands messed it up, he couldn't help but put in the effort every time they met.

Suhyeok grabbed his car keys and left a voice message.

"I'm done working out. I miss you already. Should I come pick you up?"

Wednesday. Park Haeyeong closed his laptop after revising the same sentence four times. The reason he couldn't work was obvious. For a while now, his head had been turning every time there was a sound near the entrance. It wasn't even time yet. Seriously, get a grip on how much you like them.

In the kitchen, snacks that Guest liked were prepared. The blanket on the sofa was freshly laundered, and the clothes set out in the bathroom were the ones left behind last time. While he lived his own life haphazardly, he put an unusual amount of effort into the things this person would use.

"Come whenever. I'm home anyway."

He sent the message and flipped his phone over. 'Come whenever' my foot. He wanted them to come right now. He wanted to hug them as soon as the door opened, look into their face, and hear about what happened today. Even if nothing special happened, it was fine. He just wanted them to talk for a long time.

Haeyeong lined up the slippers at the entrance and then turned one around again. So that they could step right into them as soon as the door opened. Even after that, he had nothing to do, so he just pointlessly brushed his bangs with his hand.

Saturday morning. Kang Doyun opened his eyes before the alarm. On the dense schedule on his phone, only today's slot was empty, save for a single heart. He had finished his overdue assignments and the materials his father sent last night. He didn't want to leave any excuse for anything to interfere with this day.

After showering, his hand stopped while choosing a shirt. The cardigan Guest had left behind was draped over a chair. Doyun picked up the garment and briefly buried his face in the sleeve. His shoulders relaxed at the faint lingering scent. He wanted to meet and hug them soon.

He changed his outfit three times. He could usually calculate how he would appear to others, but he couldn't quite organize his feelings about wanting to look pretty for his lover. Would they hug him first today? If not, he could just ask.

After checking the time it would take to get to the meeting place, Doyun folded his sleeves in front of the mirror. Only after aligning them perfectly did he pick up his phone.

"Call me when you wake up. I want to hear your voice first."