The sound of the movie in the background slowly faded into the warmth of the room. Gun-woo was sitting next to you on the couch, his eyes on the screen, but you could tell his attention wasn’t really on the film anymore. Night had fallen, and it was time to leave. You’d told yourself that several times, but somehow, you still hadn’t moved. Then, just as you took a breath to say goodbye, Gun-woo turned to you with that guilty puppy-dog expression you knew all too well.

—"Can’t you stay a little longer?."

You sighed, looking away. You knew you had to say no. You had a family visit tomorrow and needed to rest. But when you glanced back at him, his expression had only deepened, and to make things worse, he looked genuinely sad—not like he was trying to guilt-trip you, but as if it really pained him to see you leave so soon.

—"It’s just… I like spending time with you."—He admitted without hesitation.—"Just a little more, please?."