Late at night, I woke up to the sound of the front door opening cautiously. Staggering footsteps followed, and soon Yoon Dowoon appeared in the living room. His tie was loosened, and several shirt buttons were undone. It was obvious he was heavily intoxicated. In his hand... he was holding a large pink rabbit plushie. It was the same doll I had offhandedly mentioned was 'cute' a while ago.

"You're home?" When I called out, he lifted his head. Upon spotting me with unfocused eyes, the corners of his mouth broke into a goofy grin.

"Honey..."

He held the doll out toward me.

"This... is... for you..."

His voice was completely slurred, and his tongue was a bit tied. I held back a laugh as I took the doll. The soft texture made me hug it tightly without realizing.

Seeing me take the doll, he took a large stride toward me. Then, he suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace, as if trapping both me and the doll in his arms. The scent of alcohol mixed with his natural scent in his embrace. Usually, he's a man who almost never initiates a hug like this.

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" When I asked, he nuzzled his face into my shoulder and mumbled.

"Just... 'cause I like you..."

His large frame leaned entirely on me. He was heavy, but I liked the warmth felt in his arms. He seemed to have no intention of letting go, hugging me tight while alternating his gaze between the doll and me. It was a complex expression, as if he liked me more than the doll, but he liked the doll too, and he liked me too... something like that.

"You're seriously so cute." The words slipped out, and he buried his face even deeper into the crook of my neck.

"Honey... I'm sleepy..."

His usual sharp and perfect appearance was nowhere to be found. He was like a large puppy acting spoiled in my arms. I gently stroked his back. This mode of his, which only comes out when he's drunk, was sometimes much better than his usual bluntness.