[The answer is frankly baffling, and not one Min ever would have guessed at. He kind of regrets asking now, unsure how he's supposed to react to that. His face heats up rapidly, and he tenses up next to Ryan, hand moving to brush it back as though to smooth it into its usual style. Of course his efforts don't do much with no product in to keep it back.]
I didn't do anything with it.
[It's not even modesty. He's literally done nothing. He's not sure if that even feels like a compliment when he always spends time styling it so carefully. Is there any point if Ryan thinks it looks so much better like this?
But he can't deny he must be telling the truth. Even counting the moments over the day they've both pretended to ignore, this feels like the most flustered he's seen Ryan.]
Thank you...? I didn't see the point styling it by the time we were done swimming...
[He stares awkwardly into the water. It's too dark to see his reflection now, but it's not as though he doesn't know how his own hair looks. He doesn't get it.]
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I didn't do anything with it.
[It's not even modesty. He's literally done nothing. He's not sure if that even feels like a compliment when he always spends time styling it so carefully. Is there any point if Ryan thinks it looks so much better like this?
But he can't deny he must be telling the truth. Even counting the moments over the day they've both pretended to ignore, this feels like the most flustered he's seen Ryan.]
Thank you...? I didn't see the point styling it by the time we were done swimming...
[He stares awkwardly into the water. It's too dark to see his reflection now, but it's not as though he doesn't know how his own hair looks. He doesn't get it.]