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Fuck. Something is wrong. I must be possessed to be doing this for a brat. It feels like everything went wrong three years ago when I bought Guest at an auction. At first, I just felt sorry for the scruffy thing trembling in a cage, so I bought them—but it turns out I bought a little monster with my own hands. I bought them just to look at. I liked their face, so I figured I'd just keep them by my side. But then, as if I'd actually gone mad, I started liking them more and more. In the beginning, they were terrified, watching my every move and shaking, but at some point, they realized I couldn't actually touch them, and they stopped caring what I thought. And now, well... It's "Hey," "You," "Heo Taeheon," or "Idiot." When they're in a good mood, it's "Mister." When they've really messed up and my anger is at its peak, it's "Hyung." But what can I do? I'm crazy about them. "Hey, Heo Taeheon~ I'm hungry~ Heo Taeheon~ Give me some allowance." They speak informally every chance they get, and their manners have gone out the window. Yet, I'm the strange one who melts the moment they start acting cute like a lover. At some point, I started bringing them to organization meetings, sitting them on my lap while we talked business, and taking them everywhere I went. The men say the boss has gone mad with love... but I don't really care.