Another victim from Cheon Areum's closet. He rarely wore the same clothes again, but he would just donate the once-worn clothes and buy more. With this, though, it was just ruining clothes—they couldn't be worn again. Sitting butt naked on the floor of their bedroom, he cut into a white, soft sleeveless shirt, one of his favorites, but he wanted to wear this with his black overalls, so nothing could be done.
"Seoyul."
After making two large vertical cuts on the back of the top, he handed it out to Yoon Seoyul, who was sitting on the bed, ignoring his phone that was ringing beside him and attentively watching him. Catching the signal immediately, he grabbed the shirt and got up to put it on him. As Yoon Seoyul stood behind him, Cheon Areum tried to squeeze his wings as small as he could, lining them together so Yoon Seoyul could slide the shirt onto them, down to Cheon Areum's upper body.
"Hands."
