"Hana, come."
"Hm?"
After we cleaned up the delivery food, Beomgyu suddenly stood up and went into his "bedroom." When I followed, I saw him pulling a piece of clothing out of a grand pile. He held it in front of me for a vague measurement.
"I think this works."
He nodded to himself.
"And this..."
He held a pair of track pants out.
"Ok, this works too. Here."
He handed me a white tshirt that I recognized him wearing in almost every vlive and a pair of black trackpants.
"Huh?"
"You should...it's 10 already." His cheeks turned pink as if he had just danced for 3 hours straight. He placed his hands on the back of this neck and I saw his round pupils wander around. I've never seen him so vulnerable and flustered.
"The bathroom is that way..." Without looking at me or waiting for a response, he turned and guided me out of the room.