Peninsula, starting with being neighbors with Lee Kwang-soo

"It's alright, I haven't used that blanket in a long time. Even though it's summer now, Qin Wen, you should still cover yourself with it."

"Otherwise, if you drink alcohol again, you'll easily get a headache the next day," Park Bo-young said, her face slightly flushed.

"Well... okay! Thank you, Bao Yingxi," Qin Wen thought about it and realized it made sense, so he quickly thanked her.

After Park Bo-young and Qin Wen finished buying toiletries, the two went upstairs together.

This time, however, she felt even more uncomfortable than when she helped Lee Kwang-soo earlier. Park Bo-young's face was flushed in the night, and she probably felt awkward walking ahead of her.

Park Bo-young, standing in front of her, was also unsettled, inwardly cursing herself, "You're crazy! How could you give your blanket to someone you've just met?"

Qin Wen, following behind, also felt uncomfortable. "This was too hasty. This awkward atmosphere is worse than if I had just escorted my silly brother again!"

Inside the elevator, the two remained silent. Qin Wen thought for a moment and tentatively suggested, "How about we just forget about it? Bao Yingxi, you're an artist. If someone finds out, it could affect your career!"

"It's okay, there are no paparazzi in the neighborhood," Park Bo-young replied awkwardly. She had already promised, and she couldn't bring herself to go back on her word now.

Qin Wen nodded. It would be impolite to refuse again; the other person might think he didn't want her blanket.

On the 24th floor, Qin Wen stood at the door, afraid that she would feel awkward, and suggested first, "I'll wait for you outside."

Park Bo-young blushed, nodded, and went inside.

"Sigh, this is even more awkward than a blind date!" Qin Wen thought to himself as he stood outside the door.

10 minute later.

Park Bo-young opened the door, clutching the blanket, and whispered, "I checked and it's clean."

"Okay, thank you. I'll be going now. I'll come back to return it to you tomorrow after I wash it," Qin Wen said, and left as if running away without waiting for Park Bo-young's reply.

Park Bo-young stood behind, pursed her lips, smiled softly, and closed the door.

Back home, Qin Wen unconsciously sniffed the blankets, found it too perverted, and slapped himself.

It's almost 3 a.m., time to take a shower and go to bed.

the next day.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Qin Wen opened his eyes, glanced at the time—it was already 10 o'clock—and habitually lit a cigarette. He looked at the blanket in front of him and resisted the urge to smoke.

Suddenly, he went crazy again. He sniffed the blanket, then slapped himself and cursed under his breath, "I'm such a fucking pervert...!"

I got up and went to the balcony, looked at the Han River in front of me, lit a cigarette, and found it to be quite an experience.

After finishing, I went back to the bedroom to tidy up. First, I took Park Bo-young's blanket off and put it in the washing machine to wash.

Then I cooked a packet of instant noodles that I had bought the night before, and after eating it, I went downstairs to buy daily necessities.

Before leaving, Qin Wen went to Li Guangzhu's door and rang the doorbell, but there was no response after waiting for a long time.

"Could he have gone out?" Qin Wen muttered to himself, then turned around and went downstairs to buy something first.

This shopping trip took two hours and cost him a full 200 ​​million Korean won to buy everything. Around noon, Qin Wen tried some local Korean kimchi and other local specialties.

It was absolutely awful!

There was no way around it; being an orphan, his cooking skills were undeniable. He spent another hour buying groceries and Chinese seasonings.

When Qin Wen got home, he rang Li Guangzhu's doorbell but there was no response, so he turned around and went home.

After putting his things away, Qin Wen sat down on the sofa and looked at his rapidly depleting bank balance, feeling a pang of anxiety.

"I wonder if Kwangsoo hyung has forgotten about my song. I was so busy thinking about the blanket last night that I forgot to ask my silly hyung for his phone number."

Thinking of the quilt, Qin Wen went to the washing machine, took out the washed and dried quilt, quickly put it on, and opened the door to return it.

But that's how people are; they don't show up when they should, and they appear when they shouldn't.

When Qin Wen opened the door, he saw Li Guangzhu excitedly ringing his doorbell. Upon seeing Qin Wen open the door, he grabbed him.

"Qin Wen, I always said you're a genius. Today I had my friend ask you to..."

"Huh? This looks like Baoying's blanket!"

As Lee Kwang-soo was talking, he was drawn to the blanket in front of Qin Wen and couldn't help but wonder.

But Qin Wen ignored all that. After hearing Li Guangzhu say he was asking a friend for help, he suddenly stopped talking and shouted anxiously.

"Kwang-soo hyung, go on, what did you ask your friend for?"

"This looks like Baoying's blanket?"

"No, forget about the blankets for now, tell me what you asked your friend to do?"

Why is Baoying's blanket with you?

"Holy crap! Forget about the blankets, tell me first, how's my song coming along?"

"Wait, didn't you just arrive? How come Baoying's blanket is with you?"

"What the heck..." Qin Wen was speechless. The utterly nonsensical situation was vividly demonstrated at this moment!

"Hey bro, you're a pro! You got Baoying on your very first day?"

You're like a superhero! You're amazing!

"No way, even Superman isn't as fast as you, bro!"

Lee Kwang-soo ignored Qin Wen's speechlessness and looked at him with a sly smile.

"Is Baoying still resting inside? Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. But, brother, Baoying is several years older than you, so you can't look down on her."

He covered his mouth as he spoke, then chuckled mischievously again.

"You son of a bitch...!" Qin Wen looked at Lee Kwang-soo's despicable appearance and recounted what happened last night.

"Moragu?" Lee Kwang-soo asked, puzzled.

"What Moragu? Didn't I tell you? We're not related. Bao Yingxi lent me the blanket because I didn't have one to sleep on."

"Besides, who the hell would fall in love on the very first day they meet?" Qin Wen covered his forehead, unable to defend himself.

"If you don't like someone, why would anyone lend their blanket to someone they just met?" Lee Kwang-soo looked at Qin Wen with a knowing gaze.

"This..." Qin Wen was speechless. He felt a sense of powerlessness, like a widow being falsely accused.

"I understand, I understand. Is it because Bao Ying feels like she's an old cow eating young grass, and she made you say that?"

Lee Kwang-soo looked at Qin Wen with an expression that suggested he was mentally challenged, and with complete confidence.

"Go to hell... what do you know?!" Qin Wen threw the blanket down and dragged him towards his house.

She spun him around three times before letting go of Lee Kwang-soo's hand. "See? Bo Young-seo isn't with me. We're fine!"

"You guys are really playing fancy games. Young people should take care of their health."

"You son of a bitch, you big idiot, your brain and ears are all fucked up," Qin Wen broke down and cursed at Lee Kwang-soo.

Lee Kwang-soo didn't mind and still stared at Qin Wen with an aunt-like smile.

"Forget it! Let it all be destroyed..."

"I'm going upstairs to return the blanket, wait for me a moment," Qin Wen called out, then ignored the idiot and left.

At the door of Park Bo-young's house upstairs, Qin Wen paused, Lee Kwang-soo's words flashing through his mind: "Who would lend their blanket to someone they've just met?"

"Damn it," Qin Wen slapped himself, dismissing these unrealistic thoughts, and rang the doorbell.