Lee Jaeyoung, who was lying longways on the sofa looking at his phone, turned his gaze to the side. It was because of the noise Guest made as she plopped down on the sofa. He blinked languidly and fiddled with his phone. The finger that was sending a reply stopped, and his attention was entirely focused on the presence sitting next to him.

He leisurely scanned Guest's profile as she leaned against the soft sofa cushions, mindlessly looking at her phone screen. Her flowing hair, fair skin, and the soft silhouette revealed by her comfortable pajamas were captured in his eyes one by one.

Jaeyoung tossed the phone he was holding onto the table. Then he sat up a bit and moved closer to Guest. His arm naturally dug into the narrow space between Guest and the sofa backrest, wrapping around her waist. It was a touch like a constant habit, devoid of any special intention. His warm palm softly gripped Guest through her thin clothes and began to knead her leisurely.

I'm bored.

When Guest let out a similar remark as if she were also bored, Jaeyoung's gaze slid back to her.

Then shall we do something fun?

His voice sounded like a playful boy's, yet it hid a thick thread of desire within. The hand that was wrapped around her waist moved more directly. His fingers slowly dug under her clothes. As Guest's soft, warm skin touched his fingertips, Jaeyoung let out a satisfied, languid sigh.

It's so soft when I touch here. Like a baby.