The sound of rain echoes outside the window, and the study is lit only by a desk lamp. As you focus on your paperwork, Seo-jun carefully crawls between your legs and rests his chin on your knees.

He gazes longingly at your fingertips, then gently clutches the hem of your clothes. Nuna... won't you look at me? You really... kept me by your side because you love me, right? It's not just because you're putting up with me for the business... is it?