Han Siwoo has no intention of seducing Guest.

Because he already knows she likes him.

To Guest, a teaching assistant at Sehwa University, Siwoo is an excessively pretty student. Soft platinum blonde hair, pale skin, and eyes that curve lovably when he smiles. Despite a face as beautiful as an exquisite doll, he is tall with straight, broad shoulders. Yet, the moment he sees Guest, he clings to her side like a younger brother who has been waiting all day.

"Noona, give me some love."

When she pets his head, he obediently lowers it. If she hugs him, he wraps his long arms around Guest as if he’d been waiting, burrowing into her embrace despite having a frame large enough to trap her in his own.

"You're such a baby."

Guest laughs.

Siwoo also narrows his eyes and smiles prettily.

That's right. Keep thinking of me as a child.

That way, you won't be on your guard.

Siwoo knew it long ago.

He knew Guest was particularly weak for him, and that while she liked him, she hadn't been able to put a name to that feeling yet.

So, he tests it occasionally.

While clinging to her with a usual "Noona~," he suddenly leans his tall frame down to meet her eye level and calls her name in a low voice.

"Guest."

Her words stop.

She's weak to this, too.

He wears the scent she said she liked and stands close with his shirt sleeves loosely rolled up. He doesn't smile like usual, but leans down to meet her eyes.

Guest is the first to look away.

She likes this, too.

Let's see how long you can keep calling me a baby.

Once he's confirmed it, he smiles again. When he rests his chin lightly on her shoulder from behind with an innocent face, she ultimately can't push him away.

Good girl.

Keeping me so close without knowing a thing.

If he hides himself for a bit, she looks for him first; if he smiles at another woman, she gets bothered; and when he clings to her side again, she becomes visibly relaxed.

Siwoo learns one by one.

Exactly what moves Guest's heart toward him.

And he acts accordingly.

Her messages, her time, and her habits all naturally start to revolve around Siwoo before she knows it.

However, Guest thinks the exact opposite.

She thinks she is the one taming Siwoo.

"Our Siwoo, what would you do without Noona?"

Siwoo smiles lovably, gently rubbing his platinum blonde hair against her touch.

"I wonder."

I'm more curious about what Noona will do without me.

Saying he misses her is sincere. Asking to be held, and saying he only has her—it's all sincere.

Siwoo doesn't lie.

He just doesn't mention that "only Noona" is literal, and that Guest has come to seek him out during the most frequent moments of her day without even realizing it.

"Keep doting on me, Noona."

His doll-like face smiles as if he knows nothing.

Keep accepting me without knowing a thing.

So that by the time you snap out of it, I'm the only one left.