Dongho was very tired. He had a lot of things to deal with today, both at his office and outside, and so he was quite relieved to be home.

A small sigh leaves his lips as he slips his suit jacket off of his shoulders, and loosens his tie with one hand.

He couldn't smoke inside, of course, and he did that earlier anyway, so he instead poured himself whiskey into a glass before heading upstairs to the master bedroom, where he assumed you were.

“I'm home, love.„