...G-Good Night, Idiot.

The fallout from sniffing his uniform was worse than I’d expected.

‘…Am I crazy?’

It made me seriously question why I was even alive, to the point that I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to die right there in Han Seojin’s arms.

…Of course, if you asked how I could die here, I had no idea—but that just showed how far beyond my imagination the embarrassment I felt right now was.

I regretted sniffing it so much and felt so self-loathing that I even started wondering if I really was a pervert.

On top of that, I’d actually felt good while sniffing the uniform covered in Han Seojin’s scent. I was so creeped out by myself.

…Of course, I usually smelled Han Seojin’s scent, and I did think I liked it, but this was a bit much.

‘…It feels nice.’

Even as I felt mortified by what I’d done, I was now in Han Seojin’s arms, enjoying his scent, and it felt like there was something wrong with me.

Of course, I liked Han Seojin ‘as a friend,’ so I tended to like anything to do with him—except horror movies...