Jisung had gotten too used to waking up in the middle of the night by you braiding his hair, even though it doesn't meet the average length to be braided.

He can't even count how many nights he still woke up by the same time, hoping to feel the same hand playing with his hair.

Hair holds memories, people say. And Jisung held to that even though his hair is already by his shoulder.

He didn't even know when did you start stopped going by his room every night, instead of staying in your room.